"Nervous?" asked Ginger, smiling."Like you wouldn't believe," Karen admitted, "God knows what they will want from us." "Ah well, might as well find ou...t," Ginger announced, with more confidence than she was feeling, and she opened the door to the Art room and led them in..Inside the room, they found around 25 girls, mainly from the younger classes, with easels already set up around a circular dais in the center of the room. The teacher in charge, a rather strict and plain woman in her fifties,. He slowly backed out and disappeared into the darkness, I slide away from my wife and moved out quietly to meet up with Scott. I shut the door behind me and met him in the main entry way. We could safley speak under our breaths, What is it? I asked. He said Candice is talking in her sleep. Okay, what does that have to do with me, why is it important, and why did you wake me up? I asked somewhat hastily. Just come and see for yourself. He walked towards his room before I could respond. The door. Holy shit, I was dead. Some he-man miner type was going to find me with his wife and kick the shit out of me, maybe even shoot me dead."Ah, brought another one home, eh?" he said after walking in on us. "Please, continue. I like to watch."Unable to move for a few seconds, I had to process what was happening. Her husband took a seat in the corner of the room and pulled down his pants. Out sprang a nice looking cock that seemed unusually thick to me."Do you like what you see over there?" Sheila. "Wrapping his arms around her waist he squeezed tightly, biting gently on the skin of her neck where it met her shoulder."Bad girl," he chastised teasingly, a naughty gleam in his eye. "I think you need to be taught a lesson." Mmm," she purred as she felt his sharp teeth digging into her soft flesh, "are you offering?" Do you trust me?" He murmured, nibbling up to nuzzle against the sensitive spot just below her ear, then moving round to do the same on the other side.His hot breath on the back.