Tennis Tingles 2 Slave girl sara
Watching the tennis on tv gave me the most intense tingles as a story unravelled in my mind. Part 1 ended with me being asked to relieve Miss Wright's son of his virginity.
I sucked him greedily as all the prelims in the changing rooms had really turned me on. He was hard and sat on a chair and had me go over for a spanking, I bit him he said, he had obviously not heard of chattering teeth down a shaft.
The door opened, I did not look up.
"Hi sis,"
"After you please Paul," it was Alison, so Miss Wright's daughter as well as her assistant! A right family affair!
My spanking was over, or so I thought, but it was just over a different knee and a different hand spanking. Paul`s feet stood by my head as his sister took him in her mouth while she spanked. His feet moved and Alison stretched my bum cheeks as Paul was guided into my pulsing pussy, my, what a double act!
All done and I was washed and, still naked, led back to the changing room, last and late. Alison said she had found me wandering the corridor, lost. Miss Wright simply said, two bonus stripes at dinner, surely I did not just have minor cum?
We all went onto the court and spent a few hours being shown the positions we needed to observe when working and were all shown the junior rattan cane hanging from the umpire's chair. Instructions over and we were told dinner would be in two hours and I was asked to bring in the cane as I would be the major recipient that evening!
I ran a bath and soaked a while, just floating, when another girl got in with me. She spread my legs and fucked me with her toes, really. I regrouped, knelt up and fingered her to her cum and we kissed and titted, tit to tit.
We dried each other and I went to my bed to rest, another girl was already on it and opened her legs. She, like me, was pretty underdeveloped both with no pussy flaps and smallish boobs. I topped and tailed with her with our pussies meeting in the middle and we ground out a few gentle cums and by the time we had finished each had a pussy riding our face.
Dressing for dinner I had a dilemma, should I wear the navy-blue knickers or not, I watched the others and no one else had put any on.