John’s chest and lower body are covered in white bandages. He stands with his head down, dejected.He doesn’t have any fight left in him anymore, t...inks Natalie.“Here is where those 10-inches are going,” says The Controller sweeping an arm over John, “Now you might be saying to yourself that The Controller could at least wait until the boy has healed up from the last session. But, you forget, John is in training to be a pain slut and part of that is dealing with a lot of pain. I assure you that. ”“Then stuff me and cook me,” I pleaded.“Stuff it in and pull it out?” He playfully asked.“Yes,” I agreed.“What about the gravy?”I hesitated. “I’m unprotected, Sam.”“That’s not what I asked,” He responded.I smiled. “You know where I like it.”“Very naughty. Very dangerous,” He noted, sliding the tip of his prick between the lips of my opening. He splayed me apart even further. “I’m just greasing your pan.”“Quit teasing me, Sam. You know I need stirring.”“I can see that,” he rumbled. . "Her slit was weeping now and she knew her guilt was increased tenfold but she was unable to shake her need for more. She made sure the door to the cell was locked from the inside and ran to the narrow bed to press her shuddering body facedown into the plain white sheet. She put her small private towel under her mound to hide the drainage from the pleasures she took almost every night when she was alone in her solitude.She let the pressure build slowly and then paused for a delicious. The buzz in the dining room suddenly ceased and Ilooked up to see the head girl and her consorts approaching. "HelloBrown, still here I see, and still in the wars from the look of it?"For some unaccountable reason I stood up, then I studied my shoes as Imumbled that the apparent mistake hadn't been sorted yet. "Well, ifthat's the case, perhaps you would like to accompany the girls of 3gfor an afternoon in Bournemouth. - You can take the school mascot alongfor some exercise while the girls go.