I hate Pete Townsend. But I didnt bother pulling away as he brushed his hand against the back of my thighs, just below the hem of my skirt. It never d...d any good. What floor? A tall young man asked, the last to enter the elevator. He was looking directly at me. 22, please, I responded in a tight voice. Several of the other riders spoke after me, but I was too distracted by the movement of Petes hand under my skirt. He cupped my right cheek, his fingertips searching into the cleft of my ass and. A belt was used to strike me across the buttocks for every point that our sports teams had lost the past year. Baseball wasn't bad thirty-three for the season, track was close to that but football and basketball strikes were, as they said, required more. Through tear stained eyes I saw the figure of males rubbing their penis with Vaseline and stroking them till erect, these were members of all the sports team primed and ready for action. Some one cautioned '...get ready David here I come...' I. That'll give you both time to decide what to do." I know what I want to do now," Karen said, unzipping his fly. "Get fucked and swallow a mouthful of spunk before Gilly gets here and takes it herself." Before Charlie could raise on objection, not that he had one, Karen got what she wanted."That's got me nicely warmed up for later," she said, cleaning the last traces of spunk from Charlie's cock. "Now I don't mind if you give Gilly a load."Gilly arrived a little after eight, Karen opened the. He would normally waita few seconds, during which I could feel his piercing, loving look brushmy head, then give me permission to stand and direct my eyes to him. Atender kiss would then reward my propriety and compliance. He would thensit, take me in his arms and kiss my belly all over. While he was quiteliberal at the swimming pool, allowing me to take my top off and show mybust, at home Mustapha asked me to keep more reserved, and always wear atleast a two-piece bathing suit (the climate.