.a bitch!” Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle slaves. Spank! “Thank you, Ma...am. This b-bitch needs seventeen more spankings,” she sobbed. “Wrong!” I smacked her ass with my bare hand. Her right asscheek glowed red. “You start the count at the beginning. You don't get to skip ahead.” Crack! “Thank you, Madam,” Gardenia spat out quickly. “This bitch needs nineteen more spankings.” “Good job,” Akane murmured. I switched to her. Sherrie wasn't a model patient. Her mom moved in, she was the only one who could stand the be around her, mostly because when it got really bad, she would tell her to shut up and leave her alone for a couple of hours.The delivery took seventeen hours, before they finally did a C section. Sherry was past exhaustion. When she could finally talk she told me."Never again."I agreed with her. She was already in the hospital, so she had her tubes tied before she left.William Bryan Sanford weighed. It was already rock hard. Hoody pushed his head against my lips-almost kindly as if to say please. When I didn't comply he pinched my nose, my mouth opened with a pop and he dug in. My tongue slid out-there was no room left in my mouth for it. I gulped against his head, a reflex against the unknown object that granted me a grunt. His fingers tangled in my hair-yanking my head closer. I was pinned between him and the bed-he humped against my face with his hands on my head. Tears were pouring. We’d been sharing our most intimate thoughts and feeling for months. Our sex lives was a frequent topic of conversation between us. Actually, we had our most intimate conversation the morning of the first day of the summer semester. It all started out with me telling him how the hot, humid weather made insatiably horny. I confessed to enjoying having the guys in class undress me with their eyes. I confessed to having to masturbate in my shower several times after every class. Then he shocked me.