This will make you feel good". It was a bottle of whiskey. So I took a swig, and choked since it was too damn strong. But after a few more sips, I beg...n to feel quite a buzz, and then I began enjoying his hands groping my ass a lot more than when I was not feeling the buzz earlier. after one last swig, I lost it. Funny how I actually remembered how it all happened despite how near drunk I was. I began pushing my ass on his hands, and he said "wow, the whiskey did get to your head, didn't it?". Feeling my nipples getting hard, I resisted the temptation to suck on them. Instead, I hurried showering as I wanted to wait for the girls.I wore a pink crop top that went just below my nipples. My pink skirt looked as if it was painted on my five foot - six inch frame. I put my blonde hair in a ponytail then applied pink lipstick on my full lips. My fingernails and toenails were next to be done in pink. My pink open toe sandals topped off my outfit.Earlier in the week I tweeted the girls that. “No. It would just involve you,” he smiled. “Have you ever been punished physically by someone?” “Punished physically? No.” “Well the deal is simple. If you son has misbehaved, then you have to be punished. Do you understand what I mean?” Chrissie could see what Mr Cranwell was suggesting only too well. “You naughty boy!” she thought to herself. She stood up and, leaning over and placing her hands on his desk, arched her back so that her bottom was raised. Her face was inches away from Mr. To be an audience for your performance, to bear witness over your long-felt lust finally released would prove to be a privilege. To be able to taste your scent in the air as you guide your stiletto heels out of your evening dress, leaving a crumpled heap of ink-blue satin on the pristine carpet, would ignite a fire within my chest. To watch you perch on the corner of the bed, your eyes fixed on mine, your hands firmly running over your flushed flesh, your breasts nestled in decadent lingerie,.