Maybe 100,000 years ago when humans were running around chasing antelopes, or being chased by lions, or whatever, but not these days."Carol said, "Com... on! You've seen nature documentaries. In every species the female finds the best male she can to breed with. The strongest, most colorful, best nest builder, best singing, best food gatherer, or whatever it is that's important to that species. It's all about instincts. Winning that race against the state champ proved you have exceptional genes.. Then he was beside her, gently stroking her face. ‘I wanted you from the first moment I saw you,’ he whispered to her ear. His words brought on an ache that she realized was a longing and need that only one thing could satisfy. She wanted more than anything to be able to feel him inside her, to hold him and squeeze him and stroke him and suck him. But that thought evaporated with a slightly painful gasp of surprise as his beautiful cock slid inside her, severing her hymen. And yet, almost. Her stockings coaxed her feet above the floor, allowing her skirt to escape her legs. Caught up in the moment, Tasha doesn’t notice at first. That is until her cheerleading top unzipped in the back.“Huh?” Tasha slowly opened her eyes as her top turned inside out and covered her head. As she began to come to her senses, she tried to pull her top down, but it forced itself over her head and slid off her arms, leaving her in only her stockings, shoes, and underwear. Mr. Thompson dropped his. Instead, his hand cupped her through her damp panties, his fingers pressing, stroking, but avoiding the one place she most needed his touch. He let go of the nipple clamps, but didn't remove them. Marie was on her toes immediately, shamelessly trying to arch her hips and press her crotch against his hand. He deftly avoided her, whisking his hand away. He leaned in close, lightly brushing her ear with his lips as he murmured, "Oh, I intend to punish you, princess. I intend to punish you very.