Tears were streaming down my face, and I was wriggling frantically in my efforts to avoid paddle and feathers.The torment ended, and a gentle stroke a...ong my slit let me know how sensitive the paddling had made it. I cringed inwardly as Carol handed the vibes back to Chloe. "All the way now," Carol ordered. Chloe smiled happily, and I suspected she was a girl who loved making others come for her. As soon as the vibe made contact with my clit, I went through the roof. The sensitivity had. Glory keeps denying the obvious. For instance, I saw that excited gleam in her eyes when I asked if she was afraid of throwing herself at him during class. She WANTS me to deceive her! I'm just helping her cut to the chase so she doesn't have to go through weeks of waffling and misery before inevitably returning to his sweet, sweet embrace, not to mention a happy reunion with Alan Junior. And at least I wasn't lying about her importance to him. My Sweetie really could turn into "Bad Alan". Every Friday had become an adventure. It was a Friday when Jane had first asked him to start squeezing her breasts. It was a Friday when she had first given him the book of all her outfits and asked him to choose what she wore all the time.God that was hot! he thought to himself. Ted had to adjust the growing erection in his pants.Of course, Ted wondered, what's the deal with Fridays? But, as always, he was too afraid to screw things up to start asking too many questions. Ultimately, he figured. Her waist was surprisingly slender, but her rounded hips and full backside gave her an irresistibly womanly shape. I need to back up a little bit. Our relationship, at least in its present form, had begun under the most unusual of circumstances. It started one day at work, when Helen came into my office, opened her top and asked me to ejaculate into her massive cleavage. I think I need to back up even further. Helen is my sister. We grew up in Middle America, in a farming town of about 3,000 in.