On the bed sat Mackleroy.He wasn’t a bad-looking kid. He was tall and thin and wore the same pink polo as the punk downstairs. It was probably their... pledge class uniform. He had the downcast and suspicious look of a loner, with short ruffled hair and the soft peach fuzz look of a boy not yet old enough to grow a good beard. Babs smiled at him, but he seemed too nervous to look at her, and kept glancing from Tim to the other boy in the room, who sat on the desk.The other boy was obviously a. Cynthia was openly crying and had no idea how many strokes she had already been given. Was it twelve or eighteen or even fifty? All she knew was that the pain was increasingly intense. She did look up to see her class of schoolgirls but her vision was blurred although she made out their shrieks of laughter and comments like, "She's looking at us but I bet she can't see with all those tears." They were right, of course. Emma rubbed the cane across Cynthia's bottom and heard her groan albeit it. I spent some time on them and her nipples grew very hard under my hands."Think those are clean now" I murmured to myself."Well, there's another place that needs to be washed thoroughly aswell" she said.I soaped her firm and beautiful belly and kept going downward. When she shaves she always leaves a small area of trimmed hair just in a line above her pussy, the way I like it best. To tease her I stayed on the landing strip for quite a while until she grew frustrated enough to take my hand and. I have already tested them. You will love them. We have arranged a special show today”. My pussy tingled. It was going to be epic.“No time for coffee today Fiona. You must get ready as one lot of clients are booked for half an hour from now” she said. “It doesn’t take look Claire” I replied “I will be ready”. “Adrian’s already in the barn” she called out as I headed off. I walked into the barn to find Adrian just makes the final checks. “Big day today Fiona” he said “five dogs ready to go. Are.