Sadistic joy bubbling, she measured it. This was a thrashing she was going to thoroughly enjoy. The whippy cane went up and came lashing down and biti...ng into the tautened flesh. A breathless, agonised scream echoed round the room. The first of many.After ten full-blooded strokes, Madame Vesta walked back to the other end of the block and yanked up Isabel’s head again. The tear stained face was now even more unrecognisable. The mouth was sagging and slavering. “It hurts, doesn’t it, slave? You. “Yeah, good one Jean.” He tried out my name for the first time, pausing as if tasting it, seeing if he liked the feel of it on his tongue. It seemed that he did because he smiled again, wider this time. “I read them too,” he said. “They’re good.” Who said the art of conversation is lost? The exquisite torture of our first exchange – if that’s what you can call it – was mercifully snuffed when some more students arrived for class and we fell back into our gender roles of pretending each other. “Very funny!” Tommy said sarcastically. “I don’t know, I saw a couple of minutes of it and had to pee so I came up here and now I can’t pee so could you please be quiet so I can get this done?” He laughed a little but I’m pretty sure he was serious. “You don’t need to pee, you need to wack off.” I said jokingly but in a serious tone. I sat up and turned sideways in the bathtub, pulled the curtains back again and held my tits in my hands, jiggling them. “Does this help?” I said with a big grin. "Damn right," Tracy said.I began thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy slowly. I didn't wanna make too much noise in there, I don't think the elevators were sound proof, so we kept it down just a little. I never fucked a stranger like that before, but I had a big crush on her and she wasn't a total stranger either. I leaned my head down a bit and began sucking on her nipples, that was when she belted out some moans."Oh fuck me hard Don," Tracy screamed."Shh, we don't want them to know what.