Miss Dawson agreed as both girls needed to be punished, so she nodded and focussed again on Wendy’s bottom.The strokes continued and the girls' crie... got louder. The first switch broke after twenty-five strokes, so the house mistresses put them down and picked up two more, and continued the thrashing.The strokes had started about halfway down the girls' bottoms and worked their way downwards, and after thirty strokes they got to the girls' sit spots. The strokes kept going lower and as they. When the clock struck midnight and the festivities indoors started, she didn't even bother joining in on the singing."Screw it", said Helen.Later, her friend Gladys looked ready to leave, only she wasn't leaving on her own. A well dressed young man was by her side, all set to take her home. Before leaving, Gladys stroked Helen's blond hair and kissed her goodnight. Helen almost felt like laughing when Gladys told her she was going home by motorcycle. She felt her old friend was out of her mind. As he did so he turned his body to face me.Mateo then shook his dick a few times before once again pressing the moisture out of the front of his foreskin, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Mateo then pulled his foreskin back and rubbed his fingers over his cock-head. Once done, the foreskin was again pushed back over his cock-head before he smeared his hand on the side of his overall.Still chatting to me while all this took place, he then scratched his crotch. Once this ritual. A few months later he called, but with an ulterior motive. He wanted to do a threesome. He and I and a male friend. I was not into it. I wanted him and only him. I didn’t want to be used like that. But after a few conversations of him cajoling, I gave in, because I would do anything to get him back. But with conditions. Condition number one was that guy had to be small and shy. I didn’t want two big dominant types making me into a toy. I wanted at least to have size and boldness over the other.