Finally, the announcer called Scott Gordon and he stood and walked up the stairs and onto the stage.Brent felt something close to tears as he watched ...his son, smiling at the assembled crowd, stand tall with his classmates. It was the same emotion he felt three years earlier when Andrea had received her diploma. His children had turned out very well, he thought. Much of the credit should go to their late mother. She was the one who was always there for them and helped manage their day-to-day. Well I sure wasn't going bra-less today! In a no nonsense white cotton bra and panties I stood in front of the wardrobe. What to wear, I pondered. I put on long shorts and a button up top. There.I looked into the mirror and cringed. I looked like I was trying to do penance for my behavior. After last night I couldn't pretend I was a nun. Yet I couldn't go around with my body hanging out either, that wasn't me, never mind last night, it simply wasn't me. I'd have to find a happy middle ground.I. “Really, she got caught again? Her dad is going to be so pissed. Stupid bitch will never learn.” He pulled Bridget closer to him and roughly pushed her legs apart so he could stroke her clit. Feeling her wetness creeping from between her shaved lips, he felt his cock grow harder. “Okay, so you’ve only got a few minutes, I guess we’ll have to make it quick. Bend over, bitch.” Bridget bent forward and grabbed her ankles, showing her ass and glistening pussy to Tom. He quickly lifted the back of. Doing as she was told she hit Trenka with the flexible club all over. After over a hundred blows Bragk told her to stop. Then she was instructed to sit and watch. Having rested Bragk was now ready to continue her punishment of the errant maid.Taking a device that looked like a backwards clamp out of a drawer Bragk inserted it into Trenka's vagina. She then began cranking on the screws which opened the jaws. As it opened it spread the slave maid's pussy quite wide. Soon Trenka began to scream.