??My hands were tied, of course, to keep from jumping away when I'd gotten the caning, and now all I could do was writhe as she'd stroked my bulging c...ck.??Gretchen had pulled and stroked my cock until I began feeling the familiar pulsating at the base of my tortured penis, the pull of the cum, which was now rising.??It had been several weeks since I’d had sex with Gretchen, and I at that time was not a masturbator, having given that up after college. ?Gretchen had at this point become quite. Uske baad usne mera underwear chod ke baaki saare kapde utaar diye abMeri body pe jyada baalon ko dekh ke wo pagal hoo gayi or kehne lagi ki mujhe khoob saare balon wali mardo ki body bahut pasand he or wo mere chest pe or nipple pe kisses karne lagi , usne mujhe pagal bana diya tha kehte he dosto ki agar pahad ki ladki pat jaye to use ache maze or koi nahiDe sakti or wo hua bhi mene use diwal ke sahare khada kiya or oper se uski gaown ke button thod diye or uski chuhiyon ko apne mooh me daal. I followed her to her bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed “get the nail polish and cotton balls off my dresser and start my toenails, you perv!” she punctuated this by giving me a quick kick. After three coats, a few kicks and a lot of blowing her toenails were finally dry. When i got up to leave she said “oh no, not so fast, i’m not done with you yet!” i knew that was too easy. ” get on your hands and knees!” she screamed. I dropped to my hands and knees, sarah kicked my in the face. They had one group putting what remained from the buffet tables into one-serving sized containers, and those went into big coolers with dry ice. Each cooler had a list of the items they stored in it. Once they cleaned up their stuff, someone brought out a birthday cake for me with sixteen candles. Everyone sang, and we had some birthday cake with ice cream. Those sleeping over were crashing in the den, guestroom, or the hallway outside my bedroom. My parent’s room was off-limits. I don’t know.