I sneak into the bedroom & set up for tonight's activities.I pick up the paddle & start wailing on your ass! Over & over one cheek to the next & just ...below also. I literally do not stop for a couple of minutes! Your whole body heaves with each blow. Redness is quick to appear, you are not unfreezing a sound. A good slut serving dutifully her instructions. The redness is deepening & the stinging increases as you writhe what little you are able. I finally stop & rub those swollen tight buns &. Since there was no booking for a full night on the second day, I thought of taking a break and have dinner from a nearby restaurant, which is very popular for their Arabian dishes. I was really hungry since I didn’t get a break to have my lunch. lol..!Time was almost 9:45 pm and The Arabian restaurant was just about a 10-minute walk from my hotel. I had removed my wig and was just wearing my girly outfit, a red color netted dress that exposes my shoulders and legs. For a moment, I thought of. Sib pushed his hands under my top, started rubbing my bare tits, pinching my nipples, which were getting hard, believe it or not, humping me, rubbing his hard cock to my ass, I was just instructing him to quit and move away from me, but those requests were not accompanied by any physical reaction from my end, like trying to push him away or struggle, may be I did struggle, but it was fake, weak trials in fact.Only a couple of minutes later, Sib managed to pull his cock out without my noticing. Just as she was beginning to adjust to this world and a future with William Hagen, her world had collapsed inside her. She let out a little, involuntary sob as the last of the children filed out of the schoolhouse. She busied herself briefly inside, setting up for the lessons of the next day, and then, with a sigh of resignation, a sigh that had a little catch of a sob in it, she closed the schoolhouse door and walked down the path to the street, easel and paints in hand, bound for an escape.