She told me that it was usually at sunset but she mentioned that if the door was locked, people would assume they were closed for the day.I could tell...from the way she said it that she wasn't sure why she'd told me that. I knew she expected to get a royal fucking as soon as that door was locked but I didn't know whether she was looking forward to it fondly or with fear. No matter, I wasn't going to make her close early, I was going to let her keep wondering."I need to talk to Frank before dark. But spanking the bare bottoms of the teenaged girls really turned him on. He was glad Holly had hired on as his secretary when she graduated Middlesex High. She very willingly drained his jism after each spanking that she witnessed, or heard about. Perkins understood the crying, kicking of feet, and begging for remission. “Please stop spanking me, Dean Perkins. It really stings.” What confused him was why these pretty young ladies, constantly did things that they knew would earn their pert. I could see the red lace of her brassier. I tried to say something. I wanted to say yes but could only nod.Her fingers deftly opened the remaining buttons revealing her bra for just a moment before she unhooked a clasp at her cleavage and it fell open and her creamy white mounds fell out. Her cherry red nipples stood out in contrast against her curving skin.“Touch them”, she whispered, taking my hands and placing them on her tit. She showed me how to fondle and squeeze them, purring, how to. Like, I’d have ending up having to pierce my nipples with a paperclip or something. (As if I had any)It didn’t matter. But oh, my cock felt unnaturally tingly. He kept talking about numbers I should probably care about but didn’t. All I knew was that I felt stretched, wonderfully so. It had taken a while, but while he kept talking, I managed to stretch my genitals in ways I never thought I could have during a webcam meeting……which is kind of ironic or coincidental—maybe both—because nerdy.