Her breath was ragged while I grabbed the waistband of her tiny shorts and fumbled until I could pull them down. Her breathing sounded loud in my ears... as did mine. With one arm, I pressed down on her shoulders, and with the other hand, I freed my pulsing erection, which I then guided between her buttcheeks and below. She wriggled under me, sobbed, but didn’t really fight me, and after some poking, I felt the tip of my dick finding the soft, tight folds of her teen pussy. Nina was wet.That was. Something special was going to happen. I had sexual experience and so did she, but I never managed to last long enough to make her cum. But something special was going to happen.I gently laid Kristen down on my bed. I slowly began to lift her shirt off to get a chance to touch her beautiful breasts. Kristen had a nice set of tits, bigger than my hand but still nice and round. Slowly but surely I remove her bra. Sometimes she would wear bras that were a total bitch to remove. After some. We don't want any of them to be given that idea. Once we've identified the generous girls, we'll make a big deal about them..."I went back to eating my breakfast, letting Julia happily prattle on about the obvious. Julia finished with, "That's a much better plan than I had, Mark. You're getting very good at these things. Even better than I was, this time." I was inspired by laziness. I didn't want a big, intense scene, so I didn't want you to call around to create one. The rest was fairly. The welts were every bit as red, the blows every bit as painful, the experience every bit as traumatic. It never got any better, no matter how many times a person already had faced punishment. It was common for co-workers who had held up well during their most recent switching to come back to work, excuse themselves, and cry for hours in the break room. Kim sighed whenever she heard crying coming from the break room's closed door. It'll be my turn in January, she thought bitterly.Kim's 19th.