She was pointing at her panties, “Look, they barely fit, and look there is nothing covering my ass.” She turned looking over her shoulder and turn...ing her ass to me. The lace panties were just a thong, totally different from her usual choice. She slapped her ass, “look, bare, I’ll have to send them back”“That’s the fashion now mom, that’s what all the girls wear”“I won’t ask how you know that, but are they not a bit inappropriate?”I reached out, my hand resting on her butt, just below where she. Too normal, in light of what had happened between Sara and Mark; and it worried him. It was a Saturday, and Mark's parents were up early as usual, laying out the weekend work chores for everyone. Mark noticed the conspicuous absence of Sara, although he knew that she was home. He was very conscious of not making obvious his concern though, but all through the weekend he could feel that Sara was avoiding him. By Sunday evening, he felt like a leper.In the week that followed, nothing changed. Roth!” Emily said, her voice a mix of teen girl and sultry woman. More aroused than I think I had ever been, I moved my right hand from her hip to her firm, hanging breast and squeezed it hard. The sophomore girl gasped and shuddered, then yelped when my other hand smacked her round ass. But the next blow brought a moan as well, and after a few more smacks, each harder than the one before, a constant string of moans came from my student as she thrust her hips back to meet both my thrusts and. When they got too slow, she gave them another push; the whole time telling Sara how much of a whore she was, and how wet her pussy was getting. Sara couldn’t take it any longer. Her knees buckled, as her pussy ballooned open before contracting down in the first of many orgasms she would have. “Tsk. Tsk. Only bad girls cum from that. Do you need a spanking?” the woman asked. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said loudly. The woman helped her stand back up. Leaving the clamps in place, she left Sara’s side..