He started slowly unbuttoning her white shirt, not daring to look up at her face. The soft delicate skin that he was revealing and the smell of her pe...fume were making his cock hurt. Her heavy supple tits nestled in a white lace bra and he had to resist the urge to bury his face in them. He was very careful to not touch her as he undressed her, knowing that touching her without express permission would entail a punishment. He removed her top and proceeded to unzip her skirt, letting her step. I just can't stop thinking about it! And hearing that Alan spanked Susan yesterday. Why did she have to tell me that?!Brenda got up and hurried to the bathroom. She stepped right into the shower and made sure to turn the water to very cold. She hoped a really frigid shower would literally cool her burning hot libido. It felt like her pussy was on fire.OW! SHIT! That's REALLY cold! But it's what I deserve. I'm so depraved. There's no other way around it. I have to admit that there's something. "Because she told me I had to let her know when you got somethingwrong so you could be trained. I didn't want to but I was doing what Iwas told. Sorry," she finished, a sad look in her eyes. "Do youforgive me?"I wasn't really sure, the gaffe hadn't really been too painful duringthe day, only a couple of times when I went to the toilet or becamearoused, then it was really painful. I did want to be friends with herso I said that yes, I did forgive her.She beamed a smile."Good," she said, because. ”“You’re probably right, but she does have a weird way of showing it. So what do you think about all this?”“About all of what?”“Well, you moved into my house,” I chuckled. “Are you happy, sad, scared, don’t care?”“I…guess I’m a little happy. The motel really wasn’t that glamorous and it doesn’t compare to your house at all. What about you?”I shrugged, “Don’t really know what to feel. I mean, I don’t hate you, but given our past encounters I thought it might be a little awkward y'know? For you.