Miss Yung Wei was from South Korea and new to BSC by about six weeks. She had a very trim but athletic body. Her hair was jet black and cut in a very ...boyish, but not unflattering, style. Her breasts were smallish but with very perky nipples. Her pubic hair was shaved off revealing quite a nice set of inner, vaginal lips protruding below her outer, vaginal lips. Her legs and butt were incredibly well toned – an absolute must for anyone teaching what she was teaching at Blanke Schande. Miss Wei’s. I put my coat and boots back on, unlocked the door and sat on the bed. He returned with two flutes of champaign. ?Did I say you could get any for yourself?? Blood drained from his face again. ?No mistress? He quavered. ?set them both on the table and come here on you knees.? I growled. He set them down and shuffled forwards on his knees. I slapped his face hard to the left then backhanded him. I grabbed his chin and asked ?Thirsty slave???Yes mistress? he replied. ?Open up? I said taking a. I pick up the plain wooden cross from its desktopholder and brush aside Fr. Joe's black shirttails. My one arm encircling hisnarrow waist to hold him firmly in place, I start paddling Fr. Joe's palelittle rump with the wooden cross. His small buns quiver and bounce with eachstinging blow of the wooden cross. He mutters in Latin, in between his pleasfor forgiveness, as I continue to thrash his small priestly ass, theGregorian chants on the cd making me even hornier. Soon,. ”When he heard me giggle, he asked, “What?”“I was just thinking ... if I burned, you’ll have to buy some cream and rub it into every inch of my skin.”When he didn’t say anything, I teased, “Has a cat got your tongue?”He chuckled, “No, I was just trying to conjure up an image of me doing that to you.”“You should probably wait to conjure up that image until you’re alone in your room.” I said with a giggle.“Oh, I promise you I will do exactly that.”After taking another sip of my drink and lighting.