?The correct response to me is ?Yes Headmaster,?? he corrected her. Marcia swallowed once more, trying in vain to moisten her dry throat. ?Yes he-head...-master.? She closed her green eyes and bit her lip, squatting down to untie her trainers. ?Marcia Summers,? she heard the Headmaster say, ?turned 13 just under three months ago. ?She is the only child of foster-parents. Her real parents are something of a mystery, it seems. There is liShe was raised in a rural area and had few acquaintances. HE QUICKLY TOLD ME TO MEET HIM AT THE CLUB HOUSE AND THEN CLOSED THE DOOR. I WENT AND WAITED AT OUR CLUB HOUSE AND AFTER ABOUT 15 MINUTES PAUL SHOWED UP. I COULD TELL HE WAS A BIT UPSET AND REALLY PREOCCUPIED. HE TOLD ME THAT HIS brother MICHAEL WAS OUT OF PRISON AND BACK HOME AND HIS MOM WAS REALLY UPSET. PAUL SAID THAT MICHAEL HAD GOTTEN HOME BEFORE HIS MOM AND AS SOON AS PAUL GOT TO THE HOUSE MICHAEL HAD HIS COCK OUT AND DEMANDED PAUL GIVE HIM A MUCH NEEDED BLOWJOB. PAUL SAID HE DIDN'T. I spread my legs further, silently begging her to keep smacking my cunt, the biting hurt transmuting into escalating pleasure with each blow she landed as I squirmed on her lap. “Do you like that?” she asked aggressively, landing another stinging blow, this time followed by a rough palming before she smacked it twice more in rapid succession. “Hmmm?” she prompted as she pulled on my swinging tits with her other hand. “What a little tramp you’re turning out to be.” Smack, smack, rub. “I wonder. My father had remarried when I was three, with who quickly became a perfect stepmother, treating me like her own child. I actually called her my mother, because she was always there in my oldest memories. When I was five, I had a half-sister. Early enough so that I would also consider her like a proper one.When were still young, our father's death was a painful event that marked us all and made us closer than ever before. Not that I hated my sister before that : I actually loved spending time.