You want to sell your girl friend? Okay. You want to sell her, I buy her but we all get a shot." He gestured to include the others sitting round the t...ble. "Also we get her for one week. Agreed?" Agreed. But if I take her to your place she will smell a rat. What about that unfinished housing estate near Loke Yew Road?" I said one week not one night, asshole." I know. I know. I take her there. We fuck her and then you take her to your place. After all of you fuck her she surely don't want to go. Nurse went to open it.Mistress Grey strode in. The sissies parted and Mandy andMistress Satin stood back, exchanging glances. In her armswas a deformed baby bottle. Instead of a nipple there was afat plastic cock. Instead of a bottle, there were two hugeclear plastic testicles. A milky white substance slatheredinside."I got this from the Cum Pit," Mistress Gray explained,kneeling next to Joan. "I injected it with vitamins, mostlyC. It should serve."Joan felt the tip of the plastic cock push. ..I don't have memories of a traumatic c***dhood it was annoyingly idyllic.However as a boy I noticed this growing trend the mild excitement on hearing or seeing a pupil thrashed by a teacher or reading my comics depicting spanking in its cartoon form.I never intentionally misbehaved to get walloped it seemed to happen at school for the most menial things...littering...being cheeky...drawing in the back of your maths book!....these type of things guaranteed you an afternoon of squirming on a. "Hi," he said."Hello," she said. "Suzanne, can you write, 'To Suzanne,’ please?"He smiled and opened the front cover. It was a well-worn, hard-back copy, probably second hand. Yes, there was a penciled-in, reduced price in the corner of the front cover. She was tall and brown haired and maybe a little over weight. His heart gave a little bump. She was rather lovely. She wore a skirt, he liked that, skirts were getting ever rarer he thought a little sadly.He wrote 'To Suzanne, with love, Simon.