We've been neighbors for years, and we've never talked. So, you've been in the wheelchair since you were a kid? That must have made school painful for...you? Hell, I had braces in 7th grade and cried myself to sleep every night because of the teasing. I can't imagine what you went through." Donna says, trying to empathize with him.Smiling, Jerome admitted, "It took me 14 years to get through college. Too many professors didn't know how to work with someone in a wheelchair."Donna nods in sympathy,. "What, aren't you happy to see me?"It only took a second of thought to get what he was talking about, so Stacie began shaking her ass, in lieu of a tail. It was kind of hard to get a solid motion when on her hands and knees, but she focused on the movement. She was convinced that she was doing pretty well, considering.Unfortunately, it seemed that she was the only one with that opinion. "Hm… I'm still not sure. Turn around. Let's see just how happy you are."A slightly more reliable test, she. Now she has to bear the consequences. She started weeping and begged me not to beat her. She said that she is ready to do any thing. I slapped at her face and ordered her to say My Master I made a mistake, I need punishment and started slapping her beautiful breasts. She screamed with pain and cried those words. I said ok. You body will have to bear punishment for not obeying my orders. I made her to lie in such a way that her beautiful ass came in front of me. Her face was towards bed and I. Abigail glanced down and saw that Beatrice had her hand under her skirtand was stroking herself through her pantyhose and panties.Both women had just enough booze in them to loosen their inhibitions."I'm sorry Abigail; it's my dirty little secret. I sometimes fantasiseabout Steven," but Beatrice made no effort to stop rubbing herself."It's nothing. I've fantasised about him too. But my dirty secret isenormous. I'm too scared to ever tell you," Abigail's breathing wasragged.Beatrice turned.