I know the mantra so well: Mother Mary, forgive my sins; Mother Mary, forgive my sins.sister Emily sets down the cane and leans beside me against the ...esk. She is panting from her exertions but also, I suspect, from excitement.'What do you have to say, Flora?' she asks sternly.'Mmm.... Mmm....' I start through clenched teeth.'Say it!''Mmm... Mmm.... Mmm...''Yes?''Mmmore, pleeeaaase,' I murmur defiantly.'What!' exclaims the sister. She snatches up the cane. 'Spread your legs wide. Wider! You. He stood up and pulled me around behind my desk. He bent me down and told me to start teaching my class.I struggled once again to remember what I was supposed to be teaching. But as I started my lecture in a quiet, listless voice, I heard Jamal unfastening his pants and I realized that he was going to fuck me, right there in front of the class!I wanted to scream at him. But I guess it really didn't matter now. Every boy in the class had probed my vagina with their fingers. Most of the girls had. I thought of each moment of yesterday..Her bare body..Touching her boobs..Her lusty look..Sensual smile..Could not sleep in the night even after two sessions of masturbation…my interest remained concentrated on her.I kept starring to the kitchen window and waited for the maid ani to appear…in my mind love for her prevailed sincerely..My heart throbbing..Thumping..Falling up and down heavily..She stepped into the kitchen wearing black salwar..Pure white kurta..Hairs falling over shoulders…looked. I walk over and flip it up all the way, exposing her ass barely covered in thin pink panties. I take the paddle out of the plastic and let one hit. The paddle lands on her bare ass, making a soft 'FWAP' sound. Zareen lets out a little yelp. "See nothing more then a sting," the cashier says.I hit it again, a little harder. The paddle board was surrounded by a thick soft semi-rubber which absorbed the pain on impact."You want this?" Yes sir. I want this," Zareen said, still looking down.I hit one.
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