The lust radiated from my tits. The lust flooded my mind."You are Master's slave. He commands you to cum for him!"I exploded. I was lost in the lust. ...Master, Lord! He knows what I need!"You are Master's slave. He commands you to cum for him!"I came in waves. Sweet waves of submission. Submission to my Lord!"You are Master's slave. Your breasts and tits are his. He demands you use them for his pleasure only!"My breasts. My beautiful breasts. My tits. My hard lusty nipples. Master loves to use. When I saw her free juggs I let out a gasp, and kinda made a funny noise. She looked up and realized I could see down her shirt. She stood up and pulled her shirt off, over her head, and stepped closer to me. She pushed her tits against me and started to grind on me, saying "Are u gonna finish what you started now?" I pushed her back a bit, and reached back and grabbed two handfulls of ass. I unbuttoned her pants and slid them off. I spun her around so she was kneeling on the ottoman, totally. Some girls though were staring at Michelle, unable to turn their gaze away. I noted these girls - I wondered how they would react when under the lash. I would remember them and schedule punishment sessions specially.Amongst the male teachers every man watched intently. There was a mix of reactions amongst the female teachers - some watched intently. Others turned a bit pale and ashen.Mr Jenkins continued to lay on the cruel strokes of the whippy cane. The girl was screaming, mercifully muffled. “And” she paused a moment and stared me down to ensure she had my complete attention, “I find him charming and very cute. He’s asked me many times to rope bottom for him, and I finally said yes to his offer.” The next words she uttered were filled with venom. “I’m sure Bob would make me come any time I asked him to. I wouldn’t have to beg for it. A girl has to get it where she can, Mr. Renard.” Chiara turned and walked away from me with her head held high towards the exit to the street to.