“Don’t give me those crocodile tears. Did you fuck any of those boys?” she asked.“No, Ma’am,” Savannah said.Betty believed her. Savannah w...sn’t the horny type who would give away her body to get validation from boys. She’d use the promise of being able to touch her to get them to do things for her. She was far too selfish to have wanted to fuck the boys.“What do you think would be a fair punishment for your transgressions?” Betty asked.“Twenty, Ma’am?” Savannah sniffled a little. Tucker. Fine, with a quick movement she unsnapped her bra and let her long brown hair fall over her face as her tits bounced free. She couldn't see Mark's face but she pictured his grin. With a hurried motion she dropped her panties and stood back up. The room sounded with the murmur of shock. Of course she had actually done it, she didn't back out of bets. There were some appreciative whistles and a few cat calls but she didn't look around. Mark walked up to her and suddenly she felt a wave of desire. " That got a brief groan of anticipatory frustration. Cumming on command was not easy for her. She was one of those women who was multi-orgasmic on a good day and totally unresponsive on a bad one. Her pussy was untrained and her every prejudice was set against the possibility of such a thing being real. For three weeks I fucked her, beat her, used her, and denied her permission to cum while I was touching her. Then in the third week she found herself bound spread eagled on the bed,. It was a friday night. He was on my couch. I was in front of him pulling off his black shorts. He had no underware on, his 18 year old cock sprung out and stood full. I went after it with a hunger. I wasted no time getting him in my mouth. His cock was long. Not a hair on him still. Michael moaned as he rythmically thrust his hips as I sucked. His breathing got faster as I pulled off of him and stroked him to catch my own breath. Precum flowed from his cock as I quickly licked it and swallowed.