'Yes, you can.'Evidently, she hears me in her head.'Yes, I do.'I wonder why my life got so interesting?'You stop watches.'And there's this box in my b...ok bag.'I wonder what's in it?''Will you quit that!''No.''Why not?''I never had anyone I could hear, who could hear me back.''Who can you hear?''Everyone.''That's got to suck.''It used to be confusing ... and loud. I learned.' She smiled at me ... the world blossomed. 'That you hear me is wonderful.'"You guys are pretty quiet back there," Dad. She didn't want her mother to see her in a towel. She would flip.Her parents came from highly devout Catholic families. To them, wearing pants shorter than the knee and shirts with sleeves shorter than the elbow meant you were a whore and were going to hell.Growing up with a family like that, it was no wonder she got in trouble a lot. She was a free spirit who liked being unrestricted by clothes. If she could, she'd walk around naked. But once, her mother caught her wearing panties made out of. But the feel of her hand guiding me reminded me of her plea for tenderness so I was able to hold back pushing only the red knob of my cock head into her. She moaned as our sex organs became one. As I pushed more and more of my meat into her hot cunt she raised her ass from the desk taking everything I had. Once our pubic hairs entwined and my heavy balls laid against her ass she released the breath she was holding. I slowly pulled my cock out of her and the lips of her cunt clung to my tool. "Lower your head Teresa."Trembling in fear you do as your told and you feel me grabbing the pony tail and pulling it upward. "Now, this will be removed and your cropped head will a public and long-lasting token of your full and utter submission, for everyone to see for a long time."One quick move with a knife and the tail falls in the sand in front of you. Long, unstoppable cries escape from your lips as you stare at it in pure agony, unable to take your eyes off it no matter how hard you.