" He keeps doing his job for several minutes as I moan with pleasure and finally I shake all over once more, more intensely, coming as I always do. I'... loving this. But I need more. Mister Cutie needs to give me some cock. Can't let that package go to waste, can we?"You need to use me now, sugar. Pull your pants down and let me see your prick, Sonny." I giggle again as he quickly wipes his mouth and then pulls his trousers off. His cock is hard and curving upward, wiggling in the security. Blushing, Miranda replied as calmly as she could, "I was too embarrassed to say it was for me on the phone," she sighed, "if it's a problem, I understand."Chuckling richly, the stripper shook her head, "just tell me where to setup, boss."Miranda paused, debating about simply using the den, or the home theater, or her bedroom. Or the patio, she thought, then dismissed the idea, as unlikely as it was, somebody could walk by eventually and see. "Follow me," she said, "Ah, Candy," she gulped, "can. “Uh uh uh, no cumming yet,” he said to me as I began to buck and shudder against him. I growled in his ear as he pulled his fingers out of me abruptly, to which he merely chuckled at me. I pulled back and began to kiss along his strong jaw line and down his neck, and began to leave little love bites of my own. I then began to unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his pants and down his arms, I rubbed my hands up and down his well built chest and his strong biceps before I began to unbuckle his. She listened as Miss Coe let out the loudest cry so far and knew it had been right to punish her here and now rather than leave it to the posers on the Board of Governors who would probably have given Miss Coe a slap on the wrist at worst. The caning on the other hand would certainly be something that Miss Coe would remind herself would be the punishment she would earn for any future mistakes as bad as todays with April.Miss Coe was breathing heavily all too conscious of the intense stinging.