Then, with her bottom raised up as high as it would go, she would force herself to relax and wait for him to use the cane once more.“Swish!”“Twe...ty-seven! Thank you Sir!”“Swish!”“Twenty-eight! Thank you Sir!”“Swish!”“Twenty-nine! Thank you Sir!”This was it, one more stroke, and then she would be free. As the headmaster set the cane aside to pick up the leather crop however, Sarah trembled with fright. Unlike the first stroke which was the easiest, the last stroke was always the hardest, and for. "Dennis creeps over to a couple of girls on the dance floor and startsusing cliche one liners on them. All the girls turn him down.Understandably."What is up with these stuck-up girls?! All they need is some alcohol inthem and they will be so much easier for me to pick up and have my waywith them. That doesn't look like that's going to happen tonight. Hell,it doesn't even look like I will get a kiss at midnight! If there'sanything I could hope for, it's at least a midnight kiss to ring in. So please continue with your story" he responded in a firm way that left me no choice but to be very detailed. I told him how the guy put his dick right on my face when I was on the ball. How I was so horny that I couldn't say no to that big cock. I started feeling my husbands dick growing right behind my ass. I told him how I stroked his cock and how he grabbed my hair putting his dick in my mouth. I described to my husband how I got deep-throated for the first time by a complete stranger and. ” “You forgot the part about the incredible sex, where she orgasms at his mere touch.” he adds. “Have you read this book too?” a answer back, a little laugh in my voice. “This particular book? No! But I’ve read enough to know the formula.” He patted my knee as he spoke. I felt the warmth of his hand on my bare knee. It sent another jolt through my body ending in my pussy. I thought briefly of telling him to get his hands off, but it felt so good. I don’t know why, but I uncrossed my legs. His.