Miranda’s past experiences had shown there was hardly anything that better set the mood than the sound of men crying out in pain as they indian were whipped, caned, and paddled. It certainly got her in the mood. Off the driveway and onto the street she went, towards the highway and the glow of a glorious sunrise. Miranda was smiling when she turned on the radio and let peppy pop music flow over her. She hummed along to the beat as she drove out to her friend’s house, heading out to what was sure to be a wonderfully fun weekend. Teachers: Mr Norman Prologue This story is based partly on fact. It is based in the 60’s when teachers were entrusted implicitly with the welfare and education of there pupils and even looked up to by parents as people of authority. I spent most of my childhood being brought up in care. I was in a children’s home in Letchworth (UK) and attending a public school, This is where I met Mr Norman who was the geography teacher. Like all schools there was the nice teachers and the not so nice. Mr Norman was one of the nice ones and I seemed to get on with him really well, considering I was a bit of a loner at the time. It was around this time I had my first ever experience of sex. Every Friday my last school lesson was swimming and me and my friend Nick, who was also in the home I was in, would always spend our bus fair on sweets while at the pool, then we would walk home through the woods. This one occasion Nick was groaning like he had a stomach ache. Suddenly he lay down and shuffled under a bush where he pulled his shorts down and started wanking the biggest cock I had ever seen, at least twice as big as mine. Now I had never masturbated before and didn’t even know what it was. “It hurts.” Nick said, “You do it.” I got on my knees next to him and very gingerly gripped his cock, I was totally fascinated by it, by it’s size it’s throbbing and the seeping head. For the next minute or so he instructed me and then he said “Faster.” I went faster and increased my grip slightly and then suddenly it erupted. White goo shot into the air and all over my hand. “Wow what was that?” I asked “You not had a wank before?” “No.” “Well you should your pretty good at it and it feels great.” He pulled up his shorts and handed me a bunch of leaves. “Come on we better get going or we will be late.” We ran the rest of the way home and that night when I went to bed I had my very first wank. It was truly glorious and made me shake from head to foot. Needless to say I did it regularly from then on. Not long after this Nick was caught having sex with one of the house mothers, she was sacked and he was sent home. I never saw him again. One day My Norman invited me to his home that evening along with some other students. I must have looked very concerned. “Yeah,” he mumbled, trying indian to figure her out. On the sides of her head were two fuzzy ears like satellite dishes, and wrapped around her ankles was a tail like a length of rope. I was still perfecting my oral skills but she seemed to respond immediately and started to gasp gently so I eagerly licked her clit as hard as I could. “I heard her,” Deana said, nodding eagerly. She takes both plates over to the dining table and sets them down, as she sits at the head of the table. After that I decided that I needed to get down and have a drink, so, being the girl that I am I sat down on the edge of the pillar with my knees about a foot apart with my legs straight out and said, “Can someone help me down please?” These 4 young men all moved forward but one of them managed to get in between my legs. And slowly she started to stroke me ... if I'm honest it was a little sore after a minute or so, so I stopped her and told her to spit on it and her hand and get the whole lot nice and wet. “That’s a good girl, cum from your titties being pulled,” she said hotly, “You love cum don’t you, you little slut.” “You can probably afford to buy her in the auction,” Salarin is continuing. Mariah asked again, “Can we go to your place?” and said, “It’s okay, I know you live kind of far away.”