And Sue wasted no time in returning the favor. Easing out of the kiss, Emily straightened up and began working the lube into Susan’s back channel.As... she was working, I heard her mutter, “Oh, damn!”“What’s the trouble?” Susan moaned.“It’s Bernie, my roommate,” Em replied. “This is going to be a real problem. She was absolutely furious last night when I left for the hotel. Heaven knows what she’s going to be like later today with me having been gone all night.“Furthermore, she knows damned well. We are like sisters. I like Phil too, but I also find him a self-centered ass at times. I can't ever say that. It would hurt Mary. And it might make her think I am a jealous bitch. Which I am not, I think.Back then, as now, Phil was very attentive and charming. He always flirted with me. I didn't mind that as long as Mary didn't mind. I knew he tried it with every woman only halfway good-looking. I liked to tell him he was a Phlirt and yes, about that he could laugh.Dean was another story. He. Between John and Maureen now was the corner of the bar no one could see them from the waist down. John pushed Maureen against the bar whispering in her ear that he knew she was a good girl and would do as he asked. Maureen nodded slowly that she would. John went to work pushing his hand up Maureens dress and pulling her panties aside. With his other hand he pressed a ben-wa ball to her slit. Maureen gasped softly as it entered her. John then added another..then another and rearranged Maureens. “Please, Miss. I don’t want my bottom spanked!” the seventeen-year-old continued to plead. Miss Downey shook her head.“But Miss, I’ve done the work – I’ve just forgotten it. It's at home. Please, Miss Downey!” she almost shouted.The young teacher decided that she had listened long enough and took a deep breath, adjusted her skirt and her sternest look appeared across her face.“Debbie. You are going to be spanked to teach you a lesson. That lesson is to come to school prepared each day and not.