They would like to observe you putting one of the girls through her paces. In the special punishment room, so they can observe through the two-way mir...or." She knew the grin on his face was proof he would love to display his prowess to the Board; almost as much as he would enjoy punishing the girl."I'm sure that I can find someone that would provide suitable enjoyment for the Board. Anything special they might like?" They want a very severe punishment. They prefer to start on Thursday. With it. I picked up a jar of pickles and tossed it to my left, across the diapers, and it smashed on the floor in aisle number five."Fuck was that?" White's voice sounded scared. "Fuck's there?" Check it out!" Black told him, and then yelled at the old woman again. "Get that fuckin' safe open, bitch!"I crept around the back of the store, moving from aisle four into three as White moved towards the broken pickle jar. He had his back to the hostages, to his accomplice as well, and Black had to split his. My cock was now at full attention and my imagination running wild. Didi pulled back and lifted my shirt as to raise it over my head. I helped her remove it and returned the favor by helping with hers. She reached back and unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor. Her exposed breasts were pale with beautiful nipples extended straight out. We were such a contrast. I had Native American heritage and am naturally tan all year round. Her skin was creamy, like you would see in paintings of. Our snogging sessions were always intense; Paul would end up with his hands under my top fondling my breasts and teasing my nipples, until finally he’d caress my bare arse cheeks. On a few occasions he’d feel my pussy but it was as though he’d not want to do more or didn’t know how. I’d always stroke his cock through whatever clothing he had on and he’d always cum and just before this story took place I’d started to straddle him and grind on his hard cock until he came. He’d pull my skirt or.