Shit. The idea was monstrous yet, at the same time, weirdly appealing. Even – oh fuck, don't think it – arousing...Back to earth, she saw him watc...ing her closely. “Interesting subject, Alison, corporal punishment. I wonder, do you imagine that such a thing could make a real change to a girl's behaviour?”“Well...um...–” get a grip, girl “– well I suppose, sir.”“Your own behaviour, to be specific?” Now that was a leading question and with heart thudding she made herself look straight at. Can I show them to you in your office? Probably shouldn’t drag those out here!” She giggled and looked around nervously.I looked around too. The party was going slowly and there wasn't much happening right now. "I could probably sneak away for just a bit," I thought to myself.In minutes we were in my office with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to spread them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her work her firm ass would occasionally brush against the front of. Kelly really began to take off, she had four guys with their dicks out and one just staring at us from the row in front of us. He might have had his dick out, but with him sitting, I couldn’t really tell. “Oh God! Finger my pussy! I need you to make me cum,” she said and then started panting like a dog, or she was hyperventilating, and between the really fast panting she was trying to talk. “Make… Me…Cum… Yes, Yes, Fuck…Oh God!” By this time she was almost yelling it, and it was very clear. "Hello! Who are you?" I shouted.A man, a woman and three small children appeared from around the corner of the building. "We are the Andersons. I had begun to think there was no one left but us. Who are you? Where are you from? We are so glad to see someone." I am Jim Woods and this is Wendy. We are part of an extended family that lives on a farm not far out of town. What's your story?" I'm Jim Anderson. This is my wife, Becky, and our kids, Jim, Marie, and Patty. We have lived in Chapel Hill.