I’ve always wanted to live in America. I visited the Haitian enclave of Belray near the City of Miami, Florida, and fell in love with the U.S. So mu...h diversity and so many possibilities. So what was there to stop me? I had Canadian citizenship and a full scholarship offer from a small New England school. I accepted it and thus my American adventure began. My parents were not thrilled, as you can imagine. My father Bertrand is a police officer in Montreal, and my mother Daphne is a fitness. We sat on the edge of the bed talking. She told me she wasn’t sure what exactly happened last night. Yes, she acknowledges that we had sex, but was that the right thing to do? I assured her that to me, it was right and it was perfect. I told her that I enjoyed it and asked if she did. She paused and agreed that she too enjoyed it. That’s when she started to cry again. She stood up with her face in her hands. Her beautiful red hair came loose as the towel on her head came apart and fell to the. Cecilia was carrying a banner for Huntington Hall and her backpack full of water and other supplies as she directed Jason and his friends to follow her. Her destination was a group of about 150 other naked students who were gathered and stretching near one of the goal posts. There was a lot of cheering from the crowded bleachers, but the field was empty except the runners, a few officially sanctioned photographers, and people like Cecilia who had come to carry supplies or assist the. Marian was struggling as the spanks landed time and again without any respite. She had never been spanked so hard although as painful as it was she still felt aroused as the stinging cascaded around her bottom and the quivers gushed around her pussy.Vicky looked up and saw both Emilie and Margaret were wide-eyed and clearly thinking about the spanking they were about to get.At sixty spanks Vicky ordered, “Get up Marian and go and stand by Margaret. Make sure you do not rub and stand with your.