I had twisted about by about ninety degrees and found myself looking into a wall mounted full length mirror. The reflection I saw was of nobody I kn...ew and I even looked back over my shoulders to see who was similarly bagged behind me. Of course there was nobody there. I slowly turned back to the mirror and stared at my reflection. It wasn't me, I kept trying to tell myself that but it was no good. I knew that I was looking at myself, my lips were a glossy pink, my eyes shaded with baby. Spank. Spank. Spank. Andy continued, his arm like a piston as he slapped and smacked her firm, round bottom, the full cheeks bouncing and wobbling with the impact of his hand. He wasn’t sure how much more she could take. For her part, nor was Fay, and she was doing her best to concentrate on going to the toilet, but she’d not gone to the toilet in her panties since she was little, and never whilst bending over the counter in a sex shop and being spanked by a stranger! Fay tried to ignore the. "Ohh yeah."Mind you, this isn't the part where I wake up, get smacked in the scalp by a ruler, and reeive a one-way ticket to the marvelous getaway of post-curricular detention.This is the part where I look around, blink, let time pass for a few seconds. Then realize Rachel was masturbating herself off in front of me and the class, essentially, and was still doing it, while I watched with my hand frozen in mid-air with my pencil still within it.Something was absolutely turned on its axis and if. Then I pushed it firmly into his bulge. As I rubbed the scotch glass into his hard cock, I whispered, "That's your name now. Missssssster Dynamite".I poured us both a bit more scotch and made a slow, seductive rhythm of my heels on the hardwood as I stepped back over to Mark. "A toast," I said, as I offered the glass to Mark. "To Misssssster Dynamite and... his new... girlfriend," I ended in a whisper and stepped in front of Mark to straddle his leg once more, clinking my glass against his in.