When I mocked the pirouette during training, the penalty was anice cold shower after class, followed by a painful whipping with the acane. It was cle...r from the start, in every class that Charlie and Iattended that there would be no nonsense. We were there to learn andlearn we did. Obedience was indeed the rule. Deliberate errors weremet with severe punishment. I received a heart tattoo on my ankle forone offense, a pink butterfly on my shoulder blade for another and arainbow tattoo just. .” Over my shoulder I told him, “Go do your thing. I’m good here.”As Josh walked out of the room, Pickles exited his carrier, pushing his round head into my waiting hand, purring. I plopped cross-legged onto the floor, petting him, then thought a bit. I got up, found his water bowl in the kitchen, filled it for him. Gotta take care of the cat. I went back into the living room, sat on the sofa, looking around.It’s apparent to me that Josh is pretty organized. Bookcases and shelves lined the. As I attempted to take his entire length down my throat I stroked his balls gently. He slapped my hand away and told me he didnt want to cum yet. Jamal sped up and telling my how much he enjoyed my wet pussy. He began to ram in and out. I begged him to fuck me harder, fuck my pussy, yeah, yeah, ooooohh!! I came again as he shot his cum into my pussy. It felt so damn good! Jamal pulled out and Eric took his place. He didnt take his time entering my either. He slammed in balls deep saying, You. My mom’s friends would pick us up and we would drive to the lake or a park and again I would go play on the playground while they kissed and made out in the car. All that changed one day when we went to the post office one day. My mom and I were standing in line and one of the post men came out from the back and saw my mom, now my mom was a very pretty lady with shoulder length hair, nice legs and all. He stared at her the time we were in line. Well, turned out the guy was our new post man so.