I found myself pushing back into him, just to feel that hard erection.He let go of me. I turned to see what he was doing. He was opening his pants.“...h, no, Jerry, no, no, no,” I said.He pulled his underwear down.“Jerry, you idiot, stop.”He had the cock out and a cocky grin.“Damn you,” I said.He began rubbing it against my silky floral-print skirt.“You’ll make a mess,” I whined. “I’ve got a class next period.”“Shh,” he said.I looked to the side where part of the wall was a mirror. I watched him. I was praying she wouldn’t leave me there. She grabbed something off the wall, I heard it as the object left the hooks. She told me “Count” and I felt pain in my back.=== 13h15 ===53…54…55, She whipped me so hard I could feel every place where my skin ripped. I had 5 more because I forgot to count one time… I was crying, I was in pain, not because I had been whipped but because I had disobeyed my mistress. She removed my bonds and left me sobbing on the table. She told me to meet her in her. He parted his lips some as I slid the tip of my tongue into his mouth, and I began teasing his tongue. At first he was shocked, that I’d do this with dad in the house. As my tongue went deep into his mouth, he reached up to touch my breasts. The kiss ended and I whispered, “Would you like to open my nightgown.” I watched his lick his lips and smile in response. “Go ahead, open momma’s nightie, pull out my tits, and sucks on my nipples. Just be quiet so your father doesn’t hear us.”His shaking. The referee was separating the players from the pile. Shirley pulled away from me, her cheeks blushing and her brow furrowed again."Sammy, this is Tammy, my obnoxious roommate. Tammy, this is Sammy, the freshman I'm always talking about."I turned and looked at the girl. Her wide grin told me that she was clearly enjoying herself, reveling in the angst her untimely intrusion had caused. I forced myself to smile at Tammy but I didn't say anything about being glad to meet her.Shirley walked.