I yelped, "Fuck that sopping wet cunt! Fuck your slut!" I still don't know where that came from, but when I came, I squirted like someone had turned a...hose on us. It soaked his balls, his ass, his stomach, and it splashed up all over me and the bed. I couldn't take anymore, at least for a few minutes. I was riding orgasm after soaking orgasm, and my lips, clit and g-spot were so sensitive that they actually hurt a little to touch them. I begged him to stop. He pulled himself out, then the toy,. As the young teacher was taking in her surroundings, Kim Campbell was preparing to administer the punishment, by pulling a chair from under one of the desks into the centre of the room.“Has she signed to accept her punishment, Becky?” Kim asked her Deputy, Rebecca Holloway.Helen then noticed the girl – Rachel Hatton – was standing in the far corner of the room, facing the wall with her hands placed on her head. She then saw Rebecca Holloway, small leather paddle in her right hand, standing next. She gave herself a great fucking and orgasm riding my cock while the only sensation I got was extreme frustration. ?That was great? she said with a dreamy look. ?Did you enjoy that?. Nearly crying with frustration ?I couldn’t cum Mistress? I heard myself say in a desperate voice. ?Well what are we going to do? I don’t really feel like any more now, I’m well satisfied.? She taunted. ?Mistress PLEASE please give me a hand job, please Mistress.? She laughed, ?I think I can do better than that?. The little waitress stood in front of her. Lauren wondered if Emma had intentionally held the tray at mid- thigh. She stared at her pussy between the bottle and the glasses, reaching slowly, entranced by the puffy lips and the youngest of hairs growing once again. She drank. They lay in silence broken only by Emma slurping her wine and the chink of glass as they refilled."Aren't you going to get burned?" asked Emma."Maybe, who cares? I've been all right so far." Yeah, but you should put some.