He fell back, whimpering.Chris got up, and I grabbed him and landed a vicious punch in his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He fell on the floor, co...ghing and wheezing.“Dude, what the hell happened?” gasped Chris.“You know goddamn well what happened,” I snarled. I advanced on them, bare-chested, towering and menacing. Bobby got up and dashed past me and started running up the stairs. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small remote and pushed a button. I heard the buzz from the top of. Instead, she was honest, “I need to know I’m not broken.”“You aren’t,” he whispered, hovering above her. His hand was gentle yet insistent upon her thigh. Spreading her, so he could slide in even closer. The warm grin on his face became mischievous as the head of his shaft teased her, “But you might be when I am done with you.”There was a brief moment of utter terror as she waited for him to enter her. A deep-seated fear that she would never enjoy this again. That he would hurt her, just as. They were grubbing. They were boring. Really trowelling into arse.The blonde was moaning softly. The brunette was pushing her rump into Joel’s face.“Oh get your fingers in there...can’t you see their need” blurted out the sassy chick.Damien had a finger in the angel’s balloon knot. Wow was she excited. He wriggled in around and crooked it deeper and she was writhing and moaning more.Joel got a finger probing into exquisite tightness. God; was the tall athlete constricted. Tight but giving; and. Had she let go, then the stroke wouldn’t have counted.“Did that feel good?” asked the headmaster.“No!” cried Sarah.The headmaster tapped the end of the crop against the pinkness of her abused flesh.“Are you going to keep sticking your fingers down here where they don’t belong?” he asked.“No!” cried Sarah.“And are you going to play with your bottom, or the little nub that you begged me not to punish?” he said.“Please Sir, no more!” cried Sarah.The crop rose up one more time, and she watched in.