"Fuck this,how long more do we have to wait ! " Giselle exclaimed." Sr.Ethel likes to keep us waiting,she says it gives those sent to her time to cont...emplate their fate and think about what is going to happen to them, I guess she gets off on it," Javier said thinking about his last visit to Sr.Ethel; two weeks ago now since he had to bend over the table in Sr.Ethel's room and felt the sting of the tawse settling into his bottom.They continued to wait,there was nothing else they could do.. Then, looking a little sheepish, she asked, "We're notquite sure what to call you. Do you prefer Mister or Miss Williams?" Yeah, it is a bit awkward, isn't it. Why don't we keep it casual andjust call me Lenny." OK, Lenny, pleased to meet you. I'm Rasha." Hello, Rasha. Can I ask a question?" You just did." She smiled."OK, one more. Do you know anything about the other girl that came inat the same time as me? George Garneau? She was knocked out." I'm sorry, Lenny. I could ask and let you know. But he loved it. She went to town like a pro, stroking his shaft with a hand, while the other played a bit with his balls, all the while keeping a nice rhythm with her soft, moist mouth. After a few minutes he was straining after her, and he felt closer to cumming with each pump. Suddenly she stopped, and he let out a disappointed whimper, and tried to thrust upwards back at her retreating mouth.O, we can’t have that can we?Before he knew it she was pulling a pair of hand restraints from under. She was a little short in her answer. “Two weeks. I’ll handle everything. I’ll serve at one. If anyone is late you will start without them. I want to have the food served promptly for maximum effect and flavor. I’ll talk to Mrs. Wilmington so I can have access to the kitchen on Saturday night for the prep work. Goodbye.”I looked at the phone after she disconnected. Bit of a temper on that one. Then again, all chefs seemed a little flighty, to me.I got one more call the next week. “Any of your.