“wana touch!” she whispered. He took his hand and felt the think fabric. She pushed his hand down further and he could feel the warmth of her puss.... He began to rub it a bit when she put her hand between his legs. She grabbed at it harder as he slipped his hand under her panties and began to run her clit, moving his fingers faster and faster! She slipped her hand into his pants and stroked his cock as it got harder. Ehh. . . Eh. . . She let a little moan slip out as Slipped is fingers inside. She was running her hands through her hair, his semen matting it, 'Here', I said and walked over to her, 'Let me', and I used his hankie to clean it, his semen on my hands, I was drawing it through her hair even the parts he never touched, she looked at me as I did it, 'You like touching his cum', I smiled, 'It does not bother me, I learned all about it in Biology', I replied, I felt attracted to her, his semen was our bonding, she smiled back mockingly, 'Next time I will tell him to cum on. “Yes, what? You need several lessons reinforced this evening? I can oblige you. Get it right every time. Yes, what?”“Yes, ma’am,” he said earnestly.“Is that it? No apologies? No promises to do better in the future?” The paddle met the soft, reddening flesh of his ass with a resounding crack.He cried out, “Aaahhhhh!” He then sucked in a deep breath; having forgotten to breathe. “I’m sorry mistress. I will endeavor to address you correctly every time or be punished as you see fit. I will no. As he pulled back he smiled How ya feelin? he asked. Im ok, kinda embarrassed and uncomfortable tho. I replied. Good, thats the point Brent informed me as he reached between my legs and forced the dildo deep in me. Follow me he said as he got in his truck. We pulled around the back of the store, out of site of any possible passers by. As I got out of the car he walked towards me with this sly grin on his face, what was he thinking? Before I could say anything he grabbed my throat and slammed me.