Norma had given birth to her daughter, Maya, in her junior year of high school. She hadn’t been ready for the responsibility of a daughter yet. Hell... she hadn’t even been ready to care of herself. The baby’s father acted like he never even knew her, besides secretly trying to slip her some money for an abortion, as if fifty bucks could help with that. She knew her mother, a good God fearing church deaconess, wasn’t about to let that happen. She was glad that her mother never heard the rumors. As I continued to wiggle my nose and tongue, she closed harder on my head, until I could only breath through the narrow passageway at the corners of my mouth. I shifted my movement to rock up and down, barely able to move in her mounting excitement. My ears were tightly covered by her thighs and I couldn't hear her reaction, but I could taste her slippery anticipation. And each time I swung my nose over her clit, she would twitch, like the tick of a clock pendulum.I couldn't move my head, so I. He saw Jenny and blushed, looked across the room at Beth and scrunched his face up. Jenny reckoned she had not been in the room when Donald first arrived so he was unaware his daughter had heard the punishment through the thin walls. Donald went to stand by Charlotte’s desk and when asked by Charlotte confirmed the number of strokes which Charlotte entered neatly in to the Punishment Book. Jenny saw several entries on Donald’s page so another regular attendee of Mrs. Denver’s. Charlotte. When I did open my eyes, he had his dick right in frot of my face. I couldn't help but lick it, and to be honest, I enjoyed it so much I had to swallow his cock. I sucked so much that night, and felt free inside. He kept calling me his bitch-boy but I don't care, I was so into sucking his cock. He then got aggressive and started to run his hands around my body, wrapped his harms around my waist and we were both in 69 position. We were like that for a couple of minutes, but he couldn't wait to.