She said this as she sat in her seat giving her usual cheeky smile."I wouldn't know," I replied, " I was ill." Really?" Lauren gave a sigh of relief, ..."So Im not the only one then?" So you were ill yesterday aswell," I asked, already knowing the answer."If a teacher asks, I was ill, but if if anyone else asks, I'll tell the truth!" She giggled as she said this. Lauren had a habit of having days off for no apparent reason. How she was in top maths, I still don't know. Our teacher then came over. His hands felt so good on my body, I kind of half struggled but he was strong and got ahold of both my wrists with one hand With his free hand he began pulling open my zipper. Now i was rock hard and only watched as his fingers reached in and freed my boner. His fingers wrapped around it and I stopped struggling, he let go of my wrists. My own hand began to feel for the bulge in his pants. It wasn't hard to find, I opened his zipper and reached inside, it was giant!I began pumping it.He stopped. Fogg," replied Aouda; "and I ask you in my turn, will you forgive me for having followed you, and-who knows?-for having, perhaps, delayed you, and thus contributed to your ruin?" Madam, you could not remain in India, and your safety could only be assured by bringing you to such a distance that your persecutors could not take you." So, Mr. Fogg," resumed Aouda, "not content with rescuing me from a terrible death, you thought yourself bound to secure my comfort in a foreign land?" Yes, madam; but. ..the words already making her randy…Smack …Bernard’s expansive manly hand was striking her right buttock, then purposefully slowing the pace, so the pain ran through her… growing in shocked delight. Then several rapid smacks. Her petite arse squirmed. She was ecstatic in the mix of soreness and tingling bliss. “Repeat after me; I am a wicked …wicked girl.”“I’m… oh…ah…a wicked…ah…wicked…oh...ah…girl.”“Who’s being teasing Bethany’s soft arse with a dildo…shameful hussy …daddy needs to spank.