Shannon was continually sore. She got better at studying very quickly, but she was really not too bright; though I restricted myself to the most modes... sorts of questions, I was forced to whip her at least some nearly every time. I had to be careful not to break her skin, or we could have had serious problems.During this period I did not push Shannon sexually or psychologically. I needed her to concentrate on her work, and I could not punish her much more than I was doing already. Besides, our. I heard her high heal shoes coming towards the door. She opened the door and the first look in her eyes passed a wave of current into my body. I couldn’t speak to her as my throat got dry. And without speaking a word I presented the empty ice cube holder. She grabbed it and the edge of her finger tip touched my hand. It was the most sensational touch I guess it was a sign of welcome. I was about to melt down when I saw her back, she was wearing a see through silk and her back gave no sign of. I was torn between the two conflicting emotions that raged in my young head and crotch. The head wanted to attempt reason and rationalize what was ging on and my crotch just wanted the physical gratification. I had no one that I dare confide these thoughts to. The word i****t had entered my lexicon and the dictionary definition stated quite clealy that it was a bad thing to pursue such feelings. A benign flirtation continued for a few years. The marriage was getting worse and they argued a. They got a lot of attention.As usual, Yann pushed the envelope furthest wearing a black skirt with a red thong under it. It would have been subtle if the skirt had actually been long enough to cover the thong. It wasn't so most of the night, Yann's dick was in easy view. Yann's hard dick.In an apparent effort to rival Yann for attention, Zane had opted for black spandex pants with a red package - the pants most of the boys had opted for - which he'd topped with a transparent red dress shirt and.