Please ensure that you are not living in a community that forbids reading material with sexual content. This work is NOT intended to cause any harm to...existing human beings, either due to being featured in this work or by consuming it. The appearing characters should be treated with respect, whenever they exist beyond fiction. The work may or may not include safer sex, for your own good please have safer sex. The work may or may not include acts considered violent and/or abusive, please do not. ? He grasped a feather fromthe end table drawer, and smiled as he turned around to face her. Slowly he beganto tickle along her clit, and down the slit, all the way down to her anusbefore returning the sensations back to her clit. ? She mewed and did her best not to wiggle,although her curling toes and her whimpers as she bit her lower lip were signsof how much she hated this. She didn?t mind the tickling all that much, buthated when he used it as punishment. He knew this, and purposely did. "I ordered Goofy to stay in the kennel and he will, until someone tells him to leave. I put the blanket in there as a reward—and to remind Goofy that I'm around."After a moment, Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders ordered me to fall in with the headquarters detachment. Not with my squad in the First Year students—with headquarters.There were six platoons—First Year, corresponding to Grade Seven in regular schools through Sixth Year, equivalent to Grade Twelve or the Senior class. Each platoon. Was it a good orgasm or just a standard wank?"I looked at Sarah and then at Rhea; Simon was shaking his head and was bright red. "That's very personal." Yeah. And it's well out of order. I don't exist just to populate his spank bank."Sarah giggled. "Am I in your spank bank?" She asked with a mischievous look."Of course not," Rhea replied instantly. "He spends too long fuckin' you to have any time for self-pleasure." Excuse me!" I moaned. "It's all very personal." Simon looked at Rhea and she.