"Please Miss, don't hurt me!" Sarah cried, weeping uncontrollably."To the rail!" Miss Marshall spat.Still weeping, Sarah removed her hands from betwee... her legs and went to the rail, her eyes fixed on the reflection of her teacher in the mirror, and totally unaware of the way her nakedness had excited her parents."Now! Place your right leg on the rail, Miss Marshall ordered.Sarah shook as she extended her leg onto the rail and watched in the mirror as the martinet was flicked. The knotted. ”Catherine was astounded by actually meeting an alien. It was even better that they had personally sought her out for her expertise. I have a feeling I am going to enjoy this, her hand reaching down to her wet cunt again, feeling how wet it is.“I’m sorry, we did not think that there would be any side effects with bringing you to our space ship, but obviously there was. I see you noticed your cunt was wetter then before. I will have one of our scientists see what he could do to correct the. It twitched, it trembled, it throbbed, and finally I spurted my seed into Cathy's rectum."Some improvement, but still a long way to go," was Helen's dry comment. I almost got the impression that she had timed my effort. "Further intensive training required. Back to the drawing board."I knew that the 'drawing board' in this case meant the torture chamber, the by now familiar position, pinned with my back to the wall. The 'drawing board' also meant the harness around my cock and balls, the device. You let your hands roam overher body and let her go. Your eyes move up and down her bodygazing approvingly at her outfit.After you have kissed her she is surprised and confused aboutwhat to do. Her eyes meet mine for a moment and then you look atme as well. You say "Jacquie, get me a drink and fix yourselfone as well. You will have a pink lady. I think I rememberreading about how you like those, didn't I? Oh, and slip intosomething a bit more comfortable. Why not put on the littlepeach outfit.