Horny as she’d ever been and full of delicious anticipation, Mandy escaped to her room to do what had to be done, brazenly screeching out loud until lifting the pillow to her lips to mute the sound as the orgasm tore through her loins. Slowly Mandy moved up and down, allowing the hard tool to slide through the avenue of mammarial flesh. SPANK. Unbeknowingly, it was Mandy that made it possible. Glancing around the room for a suitable vantage point, naturally he secreted inside the wardrobe, leaving a small crack through which to view. “Right,” announced the red-faced Alan, acting quickly to change the subject. Room 17 in front, he took a deep breath then let himself in. Two days alone with Raphael and Toby and whoever else might tag on from the surfing fraternity, Mandy reckoned she might just be able to cope. Six more sharp slaps stung Mandy’s bum as John enjoyed the position of power. “Now, tell me again why you’re in detention.”
Mandy stifled a giggle.
