Saturday afternoon came and I was picking up my costume, I was going to be Batman this year. While I was at the store I couldn't help but seeing the c...twoman costume hanging on the rack and thinking there was gonna be one hot woman wearing that vinal tonight. After picking up my costume I went to my mothers for dinner and got carried away just shooting the breeze with her, crap I was gonna be late. I raced home and changed into my costume and quicly headed out, shit I needed to stop at the. Fucking Marlow, you are amazing.” “And you don't learn,” I groaned, plunging into her bowels and raising up my hand. “I'll make you learn.”“Yes, yes, make me into a good, little girl!” CRACK! “If I can't make a slut like you into a good girl,” I panted, thrusting away at her bowels, feeling the sting across my hand. “I'll just make you into my whore.”Whore? I questioned my self. No, no, it was Grace. Madeline.I know what I'm doing, I thought to her as I pumped away at Natalie's asshole.“Oh, I. Joanne had an identical one when she was Head Girl and it had been used, unjustly, on her boyfriend’s poor bottom.“This one.” Jasmine said softly and watched as Joanne Wilson released her grip on Pauline Manson, who continued to sob and sniff.“How many, Miss?” Joanne was standing at Jasmine’s side and trying to rearrange her blouse and tie, which had become crumpled during the punishment so far.“Peter. How many strokes did you receive?”Peter Mitchell was in a daze and had to think about what. "Hey, good job the chef didn't put any cream on them; there's simply oodles down here." She sucked an index finger. "Right, now kneel on the floor and very carefully push small spoonfuls of raspberries gently into my wet cunnie, will you?"He needed no second invitation. Bella had carefully placed the napkin on the floor and easily managed to ingest three spoonfuls of the dark red fruit. He moved his face closer to her shaven cunt, gently parting its dark brown labia lips before he cautiously.