He goes to hand it to me, but I turn my palm up,"Just squirt some in my hand mate." I tell him, looking him directly in the eyes.He swallows HARD, unc...ps the bottle and pours a little in my hand. With that I lather myself up, still only about a foot away from him, still keeping eye contact and making sure I give my cock and balls a proper cleaning. Once done, I take a few steps back into the running water and just let the suds run off my body, eyes closed. When I'm finished I turn the shower. In what seems to be one single motion, he sits on the bed, grabs my hairbrush from my purse, pulls off my jeans and black lace panties, and pulls me over his knees. It all happens so fast, I don’t have time to respond, and he starts striking me on my behind with the hair brush. I can hear the loud smack, I can start to feel a slight sting, and I am more and more turned on by the minute. This is by no means my first punishment from him, but, I usually know why he is angry with me. This time, I. Mona laid there a few minutes under the thick layers of warm cum, then struggled to her feet, pulled the double dildo out of her much abused vagina, found Margie’s panties and put them back on, over the alligator clamp, then pulled her skirt down.Then she pushed her toilet bowl slimed breasts back into her top and zipped it up, leaving the alligator clamps on her nipples.She wiped the cum off of her eyes so she could see clearly, then put the rapist’s weapons back in the cardboard box and put. It had no windows and Donnie suspected that the absence of any kind of artificial ventilation probably meant it would be illegal to assign it for people to work in. He decided to keep that to himself. Inside the room was a meeting table surrounded by eight chairs. There was a lockable cabinet that stood about three feet high and sitting on top of that was an electric kettle."All the comforts of home!" Donnie laughed.The other students filed in and took seats at the table."I think you're right.