“You look older” he said, “How old are you now?” “19” I said, smiling and walking into his room. “So we can legally have sex now” ... said, thinking back to the time that I wanted to have sex with him in year 8. “Yep” he said, obviously curious. “So do you want to?” I asked. “Huh” he said, “Want to what?” “Have sex” I said, stepping closer to him. He hesitated, “Oh, I don’t know” he said, sitting down. I sat down next to him and lent up against him. He jumped a bit then turned to face. ? ?Please, Sir. Please. Mercy? ?Nine. Thank you, Headmaster.??You skipped one! Start over atseven!? ?Seven,? then her body,wracked with the unexplainable enjoyment of the pain, shook as she begansobbing uncontrollably ?Thank you, Master, Sir.? ?Oh, yes! Nine!Thank you, Master.? ?Oooo?god?yes, Master! Thank you. Thank you,Master?? she moaned, as the pain burning into her bottom ignited a fire fardeeper within her. ?Thank you, Master,? she sighed, as she felt his handsuddenly, lovingly. " Find her," said Jenna, "and tell her I want to see her. No, wait. Tell her I'll call for her and not to leave the house."A few minutes later, a very angry Jenna sat behind her desk looking at furious Saundra. Jenna was no stranger to these kinds of blow-ups. You couldn't put this many girls in a house without some friction. But Saundra was getting out of hand."Explain yourself," said Jenna."I don't have to explain shit," snarled Saundra."You do if you want to continue to work here," replied. Lisa lay against my chest, a pillow under her backside, knees bent, feet flat on the bed, her smooth shaved pussy open, vulnerable. Peter knelt before us, his tool rampant. He squeezed clear wet lubricant out a bottle into Lisa’s parted gash. He dribbled a quantity of lube over his glans. Peter leaned forward and placed the lubricated massive red helmet of his tool at the entrance of Lisa’s glistening cunt. Be gentle she said. I looked down my wife’s body, fascinated by my intimate view. He.