.. and we actually saw less of each other than when we were in school. We were getting more and more frustrated. Until New Year's Eve.Ah, yes, that ma...ical night... when so many romances begin or end, and so many promises that can't be kept are made... and when so many cherries are popped. But not mine (getting ahead of myself here). This was one of the big three nights for defloration, along with Prom and Graduation. Brad invited me to a party at the home of one of his buddies. Only about a. “However, I can offer you a choice,” he held the paper in his hand as if reading from a book. “If you were to choose to be caned on your bare bottom instead of panty-clad then this could be reduced by half to twenty strokes.” Vicky’s head span. She had only been spanked on her bare bottom twice before and knew how much it hurt. But then surely another twenty strokes would hurt much more, even with her panties still on? “Sir, I’ll accept whatever you think is best for me. Thank you Sir,” she. You see he had the raid already planned out. At first he would have just sold the girls to a sex slavery ring. But now, he was seeing the numbers on his auction site, he knew that even if he only accepted five of the men to introduce a girl each to the pleasures of sex, he would make an additional one and a half million. Greed entered his mind and he thought of how much he could make if sold all fourty of the girl. He could sell, and even had offers for, the councilors themselves.Reality set. Carl reached down and grabbed the shoe and lightly kissed each of hertoes, the smell of her perfumed feet intensified his harden little clit.He finally put on her shoe and sat next to his stepmother. She had asmirk and continued to dangle her high heel. It had only been 15 minutesbut he had a raging hard on and Carl knew he would soon start oozingsissy cream if he did not calm down.Mrs. Monet knew that Carl has ready to start oozing with a littlecoaxing from her. "Carl, why don't you just admit.