Misty struck her roommate a second time and a third. A fourth and a fifth time as well. Beth's backside was already turning red, but Misty's palms beg...n to hurt also. For the sixth swat, she aimed a bit lower, at the top of Beth's left thigh. Beth bit her lower lip and began to cry as Misty swatted her again. After a few more swats, Misty's hand began to really hurt. She paused. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a leather belt that she sometimes wore."No, Misty!" Beth cried out in. M in the back of my notebook. Surely I wouldn’t have been so foolish, would i? Surely I wouldn’t have been so stupid as to not only write it, but to seemingly forget that I had and hand my book in at the end of the day and go home? Two days later I sat in his class, head bowed in shame. This followed on from two days of sheer panic, of forming ridiculous plans in my mind of how I could undo what I thought I’d done. Fifty minutes into the lesson he calmly strolled around the tables, dropping. I placed my legs on his legs and at an angle placed my hands back over his shoulders. He was feeling a bit uncomfortable so I went to press his cock over this boxer and said “You have an impressive thing over there” and kissed him where he greeted with lower lip and then upper, exchanged your saliva and tongues greeting each other and lips telling your love passionately after we broke it I whispered that “This is gonna be so exciting and hot we are gonna be wild” Pressing his cock like that. I needed to find out.“When you asked me to treat you like a normal girl, what did you mean? I’m asking because that could mean just about anything and I don’t want to overstep or push.”“First off, I know all about you, remember?”“Jennifer. She confessed.”“So you know where I got my information. That’s good, I guess. So I told you to treat me like a normal girl knowing all of that.”“Uhm, are you ready for that?”“It’s been two years. I’m tired of being treated with kid gloves. I need to be.