Roberts was ready to explode in his confinement as he viewed the bawling sissy, and the wicked lines across that sweet bottom as he prepared for the s...venth stroke. Bella was in agony and yet somehow in ecstasy too; she managed to look at the reflection, saw the pleasure on the faces of her tormentors, felt the pain wracking her bottom- and desperately wanted to come. Her cock dribbled sweetly as Robert’s readied her for the last stroke by placing the cane under her cheeks, ensuring her pert. In bio I used to have some difficulties and my teacher always helped me out.This happened in class 10. My teacher was a very hot and had perfect shaped boobs. They were round and soft. Her sizes were 32-28-30. All the boys in my class talked about her and stared at her in class. I always kept a smile on my face when ever I see her. I always had an eye on her boobs when she is explaining anything in the class she would walk around in the class while dictating something and I always moved my eyes. "We went through the house. She looked at everything, said little. Her eyes got pretty big when she saw the picture over our bed. She sat down on the bed, her back to it."How come all the walls are glass?" Ken wanted it that way. I like it a lot." The bathrooms are all open. The bedrooms — you can see right in." There are curtains for the bedrooms if you don't want the morning light, or if you want privacy." I showed her how they work. "The bathrooms are open because we enjoy seeing people. His hands knotted and gnarled with the effects of late-stage Rheumatoid Arthritis held a manila file folder marked with the handwritten inscription, "Confidential - Sheila Carson." I knew your father and I remember his excitement when he found that shit-hole of an abandoned shack out in the mountains. I used to watch you take female lovers out to that place," he said as he emphasized the last word and opened the folder to scan the paperwork within the packet of documents."You are not rendering.