I stood there, bent over Mr. Carlo’s desk feeling a slight breeze tickle my wet pussy. Where on earth was he? I was starting to panic and knew I had to choose a good punishment before he returned… Just as...
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A Hard Lesson – Chapter 1
"Something about an older, experienced man always made me fantasise…"
It was 2.50pm on a Friday afternoon. I had spent the last fifty minutes bored out of my mind, listening to my maths teacher Mr Carlo drone on about something I knew I would never understand. Yet, I couldn’t keep...