#51434 - Their destination was reached after a final section which wound along narrow forest lanes, ending at an isolated cabin in the remote woodland. She had put a black hoop in her hair and was wearing large sunglasses, in the hope that no one would recognise her – though few of the staid teachers would stray into this area, on the edge of the red-light district. She cupped Jenny’s chin in her hand, looked her straight in the eyes for a long moment, and then kissed her slowly, after which she sat back on her haunches, thighs spread and the pink slit of her wet cunt open and visible, and said with satisfaction: ‘you belong to me, cunt, you hear?’ And Jenny Gibson, seven years older and far more educated, supposedly in authority over her pupil, lowered her eyes and meekly responded: ‘yes, mistress’.