Emma Lucy hurriedly stripped off her skirt and blouse and grabbed the towel. You can’t sit around in wet clothes.”
Emma trembled violently. You see it’s not hard is it?”
“No, sir.”
Her teacher leaned back nonchalantly and smiled encouragingly at her. Sssi-ir. He lowered his head and kissed each trembling knee softly. That’s what all those boys are after. She was sure that he would have understood if she had been completely honest. Emma felt a cold chill of fear at the casual threat of violence. . “You can’t keep me in for not undressing, sir.”
Her teacher picked up a thin cane from the desk top and flexed it casually. Maybe her teacher was different. Nno-oohh!”
His finger never quite entered her vagina but each time it slipped across and round the tiny entrance it drew a moan of expectation from her.
