“Yes Miss,” she whispered, hoping she’d never be called to room five
again. Xxnx ******
Miss Ashton was in her office entertaining Sally’s parents, Brian and
Jessica Newcombe. Unlike the woman who had sat on her earlier, her mistress’s cunt was
baby smooth, not one hair in sight. Sally gasped loudly and quivered, her toes now turning inwards as
she absorbed the lancing hot pain it had produced. It would act as a blindfold and allow you to be in the room itself, but
it would mean that you would have to remain totally silent,” Miss Ashton
warned. Sally’s cheeks gleamed with her tears as she arched her head back, her
mouth wide in a soundless, breathless scream as the tips of the martinet
began hitting her vulva, slapping against the apex of her cunt before
sinking between her tense and shaking legs.
