When she came back she handed me a remote to thepower butt plug she had just stuck in her ass. She handed me the vibrating wireless thong for him an... said, "Yourturn". I went to the men's room and replaced my boxers with the thong. Ireturned to the store. I carried the boxes to her cars trunk and put themin. As I stepped into the car I felt the wireless bullet stimulating mycock and balls. I returned the favor by activating her butt plug on high speed, Cindybegan to bump and grind her. I'm prepared already for the "But it wasn't her fault," chorus. And the "violence is not the answer," choir as well. Normally my stories tend to be in the middle, neither BTB nor "let her get away with it," stories but this one is on the crazy side. It bears absolutley no resemblance to anything I'd suggest or admit to in real life so let's look at this as kind of a "What if" fantasy. Those of you who don't like violence or BTB and all of her friends stories should probably skip this one. If. Out of sight, Joanne Wilson walked to the front of the room and took up her position to Mrs. Bodnarchuk’s left-hand side. The red-headed Senior Correction Officer took a few practice swings with the cane, smiling as it made a loud swooshing sound, before tapping the thick cane against the exposed buttocks lying in front of her.“You may administer the strokes, Miss Wilson,” Laura commanded, pushing Michelle further into the padded bench.The red-headed Corrections Officer continued to tap. This was before Chelle was unable to come to him, and sometimes would show up at his door, having escaped for a night or a weekend. She was as taken with her creation as he was, and would spend hours touching and kissing Akira softly, tasting her sweet baby nectar, allowing Akira to feed off her own dark chocolate cunt and lick at the breasts that never had a chance to nurse her. Harris would take Chelle, making love to his chocolate princess or fucking his black whore, while Akira watched,.