She couldn’t even look men in the eye without blushing, even as they approached her desk and asked for the new Stephen King novel. No, Alice never t...ought she’d be that girl that confidently asserted her sexuality- so she lived vicariously through her stories. Her books were all that she had. She read them with vigor, taking mental notes of seduction techniques, positions, sexy one-liners, and anything else that could come to her aid if she ever found herself in a compromising position with a. Once she had turned the backs of Linda’s legs as red as her bottom cheeks she demanded, “Pass me the hairbrush you naughty girl.”Linda heard the instruction and scrambled around for the hairbrush but with her blurred vision only managed to push it beyond her grasp. Emma saw how Linda tried to do as she was told but pushed the brush away and decided to use that to give her a more intense punishment. She glared at Miss Johnson and ordered, “Pick the hairbrush up. This very naughty girl has. For some reason I began to take notice of the minutia of the moment. I could smell my wife’s secretions strongly in the confined space of the car and could see her trying to catch her breath. I could hear her labored breathing and watched as she pulled her left hand from her jeans where she had rubbed herself to orgasm. Her left hand. From her story that would be her clean hand. I can’t tell why that mattered but I was soon to learn in a very difficult manner.“So honey”, my Beth said in an. "She laughed and said, "Come, we are to serve dinner. You will stand and learn how."She led me to the dining room and when we entered all the other slaves stopped and looked at me.Tabby said brightly, "Isn't he a hunk!" The girls made it clear they though so too. A petite Asian girl said, "I'm Akira. Would you get hard for us?" Timothy was happy to. She was gorgeous. They all were. They were lithe and sleek, shaven clean and with very large tits. "I am in heaven," he thought as his cock.