“Where is...”“Your slag has already been unloaded,” he barked. “You’re lucky we didn’t use it as a pisser. Now move! Move! Move!”He mo...ed, stepping onto the ramp and working his way down to the carbonized concrete floor of the hanger. There were five more marines clustered around an electric loading lift near the point where the ramp touched the floor. Three of them were privates, one—the only female among them—was a corporal, the other, a man who stood apart from the others and was dressed in. I thought we would play havoc to keep her mouth shut. Boy, was I completely wrong. After dinner, homework and a shower, I called my boss (worked early mornings, 3 days a week on milk delivery truck)and told him I would not be in tomorrow morning. Then went to my room to listen to the radio. About 1 / 2 hour later there was a light tap on my door and then my mother walked in. She had on a very sheer nightie on, that barely covered her ass. Needless to say, instant hard on. Oh, she said, is that. “Perfect,” I said. “What do you want to watch?”“Look up Khia,” she said. “K H I A.” In a thrilling moment, I knew what she was doing.“My neck, my back,” I sang the title in my best impression of an R’n’B woman.“You know it?” she gasped.“Love it,” I said. “Much better than the Miley Cyrus version.”Without further ado, I played the track and watched as fit, bikini-clad girls strutted around an urban landscape while the camera focused on their behinds.“My neck, my back.” We sang it together but. Over the next fifteen minutes, Miss Mulligan slapped every inch of Peter Mitchell’s muscular bottom. Rebecca slapped slow and hard, ensuring that the young man lying over her lap felt every slap. She alternated between left and right buttock, giving the increasingly hot bottom in front of her the occasional soothing rub. The young teacher then began to slap Peter’s thighs and the backs of his legs. This produced the desired effect as he began to squirm and wriggle around on Rebecca’s lap in a.