A brawly deep voice is heared in Linn’s ear «dont you worry little lady, we will take excellent care of you two, we have been looking forward to ha...ving you both for quite sometime», the hand from behind slowly forces Linn’s body down to a kneeling position and hold tightly onto her hair, making sure that she watched the first guy penetrating Nora’s pussy with his fingers.A moan escapes Nora’s lips as the first fat finger is going into her, a confused look on her face wondering why her pussy was. His desk always had an ample supply of detention slips and he had no reservations in using them to send an errant student to detention. He missed "the good old days" when a teacher was allowed to spank a deserving student and he felt that the new way of thinking, of letting a student express himself, was in his words balderdash. The irony of it all was that Mr. Graham was a high school history teacher - a fact that was not lost on him either. Cathy McMillan was one of those students. A. She frowned. “We have an hour.”“An hour? Who the fuck dropkicks someone into a sandworm’s mouth strapped to a fifty megaton nuke and gives them an hour to escape?” I asked, scoffing. “A Bond villain?”We both sat there for a moment longer. My arms started to ache, complaining that I was putting all my weight on them and the bomb to keep my feet out of the muck. The only sound that came was the gurgle of stomach acid and the faint sussurations of silt sand sand passing along the sandworm’s. He said to the girls “Congratulations - you have taken your punishment bravely and you deserve the reward that you will not have you behaviour revealed.” “Do you want me to leave you so that you can tend to your sore arses?” Sarah looked at Joan and they turned to John. “No” said Sarah, “we would rather you tended to our asses.” “Well, that first” said Joan “And we will see what might develop later”. “All right” said John, delighted with what seemed to be developing. .