His hands were on my hips and I wiggled to try and break free. He took that as an invitation.In one fluid motion, he dropped to his knees behind me pu...ling my pants down with him. "What are you doing?!" I exclaimed. He responded by tracing my puff lips through my panties. I'm sure the wet spot that had formed was more than I obvious. No matter what I could say or do, my lower half was now doing all of the talking. I muttered something else as he increased the pressure in his tracings. The next. In my post orgasmic fog, I lose track of where I am, how much time has passed. It’s like a dream. A very strange, erotic dream. I feel like a doll, or perhaps a puppet as they lay me down on a quilt covered mattress and arrange my limbs, Iris carefully brushing my hair, her strokes gentle, while Christian massages my limbs. It feels amazing. I feel loved. It seems so natural when I feel his fingers stroking my clean shaved mound, finger tips teasing along the folds of my pussy, toying with the. We had a talk about sex.I saw she was coming more horny and more and more... And at the right moment i putted my hand in her pants and teased her clit. I saw she would push me away but it was too late. She was too horny. She said you bastard. and started kissing me.We went to her room and we did it. For a heavenly 3 hours. Mom was better , had big tits and she really allowed me to do everything. My mom was still young she was pregnant of me at 18. She i was fucking now an angel of 35.That day i. The principal would have me go to the far side of his desk, raise my skirt, and bend forward on to the desk. Then he would lecture me about what I had done. I waited through this to see which instrument he would pick to use on me. I was glad to see it was the ruler, it would hurt but it wasn’t too bad.I counted out the strokes as he gave them to me. Smack, “one”, smack, “two” until I had counted six. He walked to put the ruler away and I started to get up, thankful it was over and that it.