Under her shirt she had a tube top acting as a bra - she rarely wore a bra and her tube top was a lot more comfortable than a bra. Billy ran his hands...up her sides until he got to the bottom of her tube-top bra. She looked down at him waiting to see if he would continue, silently hoping he would. He saw the anticipation in her eyes and knew that she wanted this as much as he did.Until now they had only kissed and played little "feeling up" games. But they were older now, and it was time to move. MONCHY SIR, 7, GIVE ME YOUR HANDS SWEETIE, but Munchy plays harder with my slut hole which makes me let go of Honey’s hands, 8, JUMP AND GRAB MY HANDS SWEETIE, 9, Honeybee yells, OOH FUCK, OOH FUCK, OOH FUCK, and falls hard slamming on Monchy’s big fat cock again and as he slides back down, he feels Monchy’s cock going in and out, Honey moans some more, OOH YES, OOH YES, OOH MR. MONCHY SIR, AHÍ, AHÍ, AHÍ, AHÍ, YOU FEEL SO GOOD IN ME, WOW, WOW, WOW, AHÍ, AHÍ, AHÍ, so he just stays there taking. It was just going to be painful now they had been forced to cum first. They grimaced as they saw the feet of the two teenagers take up their position. Emma and Debra nodded to each other, first smiling and then focusing intently on the bottoms they were going to cane. Bottoms they had caned before but this time without the erection they usually so clearly saw. They pulled the canes back and then with a firm flick of their wrists, landed the first stroke across the men’s bare bottom. A stroke. “Oh, she’ll be impeccably behaved from now on – I’m sure of that, Miss Hartwall,” she replied as she walked into the kitchen and filled the kettle with water.Rosie and Andrea sat in the living room, drank their tea and chatted about Katie’s punishment, Andrea’s meeting and what Rosie planned to do career-wise. Truth was Rosie Benson had no real idea what she wanted to do.“I mean, what can you do with an English degree these days?” Rosie had joked, totally forgetting that Andrea Hartwall had.