As if he can feel it too, he reaches and strokes my cock, smearing the pre-cum on the head, then rubbing my balls gently. I'm in heaven now. His cock ...s almost fully buried in me. I can feel his head almost rubbing against the end of my fuck tunnel. I push back against him. I want him all. I arch my back more, and push against him as far as I can. He groans. Now he holds my waist by 2 hands. He pulls me and starts thrusting harder and deeper. He is now riding me, literally. He bites my neck and. Anything to keep from being noticed. Eventually we’d peek up from our reports and wink. Damn, Jill looked good with her new pixie cut and hair the color of ink. Day 10 I dreamt about Jill last night. She came over to watch a movie and we snuggled on the futon. She was warm and fit like a glove when we spooned. I woke from the dream all ready to ask her on a date. When I got to work she wasn’t there. She had called in sick. But she sent me a text that read—Will you go out with Cami tonight? Her. ?Ok, if your father says you can, then you can join your sister. But if you do, we expect you to give her a foal within a month, or your cock is going to be chopped off, and you’ll be a gelding for the rest of your life. Which, just so you know, for a Ponyboy gelding is about a week.? John squealed in delight as he pulled off his clothes. His mother and father grabbed him and took him outside, and quickly had him in his own set of boots, harness, bridle, bit, and tail. John pranced. The choice is yours.” Elizabeth made it a choice rather than her entitlement so, if Stephanie complained afterwards, she could claim it was her choice to be punished. Stephanie thought that a spanking and even the cane was preferable to jail, and so, albeit reluctantly, she agreed and replied, “Yes, ma’am, I accept your punishment please, as anything is better than going to jail.”Elizabeth was delighted that Stephanie had fallen for her bluff, and in any case, why should she worry if she wasn’t.