If and when I punish you will certainly not find it pleasurable.” Catherine continued to look at the implements on the desk and without raising her... eyes replied with a quiet, “Yes sir, sorry.” Before rephrasing her question. “Are you going to punish me sir?” “Mrs. Jenkins, You will report to my office at six o’clock sharp for a caning. Before then you will write a letter apologising to Doris for being overzealous when punishing her. I expect the letter to fill a full page and be in your. There she was waiting for the k**s and as usual I was in front of tv. My aunt had a bottle of coconut and castor oil in her hand. She in front of me, sat there and started to oil her hair for 20 minutes and kept doing it so. I couldn’t stand it and I got up took a walk and while on my way she had been sitting on the stairs and still oiling heavily. She handed me the bottles and told me to put them back on the table. I did and she came back inside and combing her hair she asked me “How is my. And he has a twelve-inch cock. I’m so fucked if this is true.I confront Jen. She acts like I’m crazy, denies it over and over. I don’t know what to believe.I beg and plead with the people who have the pictures. Finally, one associate feels sorry enough for me to send two of the fifty pictures so I can stop torturing myself. The first shot is unmistakably Jen on all fours, beautiful ass in the air, trying to take Jeff’s huge cock doggy-style. He’s in mid stroke, and sticking his finger in her. The full zip, which went from the top to the bottom of the skirt at the front, could be unzipped at either end, but at the moment, it was fully done up. Then Robin put on the blouse. It was an off white colour, but very thin and almost see-through, with tiny buttons from the neck to the waist where it tucked into her skirt. As Robin worked each button, it became tighter and tighter across her breasts until it was stretched right across her chest and done up almost to the neck. She wouldn’t dare.