I blushed and smiled at him, knowing that he had caught me masturbating. But Peter simply smiled and pointed down. My eyes moved from his and swept do...n, pausing at the bulge in his black jeans. My naughty fingers started moving again.I put my forehead on my arm, but pushed my butt towards him, an invitation that I did not even speak. My fingers continued to work through my folds, pinching my clit. I heard Peter’s zipper.I wanted to turn and look again but I instead kept my eyes closed and. Mrs. Fernandez tugged it off her and Angela was standing before her naked as the day she was born."Come on, we need to continue your punishment," said the older woman and pulled Angela over her lap again. Angela was wide eyed with surprise. She was hoping that the spanking was over."Oww!" Angela yelped as a sharp slap landed on her big tender bottom."Owww! Please... Yeoww!" yelled Angela as her pink buttocks slowly turned crimson.While the spanking continued and Angela yelped, the door opened. She could see how swollen it was; she could see it throbbing with the force of its engorgement. He held her about two inches away, using her hair as his means of control; he was able to torment her at will. She reached forward with her hands to touch him. To stroke him. To tease him. He snatched her away. Using his free hand he gripped her thumbs and held her hands high above her head, stretching her body, when he looked down the sight was wonderful. She had perfect form and her breasts were. .. and then rubbed their wet pussies with my spunk.Now it sounds like these girls were just reacting to various stimuli, not thinking about much of anything except spreading their sexual wings. And that’s what I thought. But I was wrong. There was most definitely a method to their madness, as I learned about later that evening.They wanted to play again. “Like last time,” said Cassie, referring to our most recent involvement.Once we were all “het up” as my grandfather might have called it,.