"What are you doing?" he asked softly."I don't want to ruin the lovely dress you bought me with our fluids when you take me here on the floor. Darling... I've been waiting for this," she replied. Her eyes were dancing with anticipation as she looked at him. Moments later they were naked and on the floor together. Ali now realized the extent to which their bodies had become attuned to each other. Bill entered her slowly and gently, and then they almost automatically crested together and exploded. While she’s grounded, she is also limited to white bras and full-bottom white panties to emphasize modesty. She is not allowed to be with any boys until her grades improve. I put a clean uniform out for her by the door every day and she’s required to change right there in the hallway the instant she gets home. Then it’s straight to work. We keep a desk in the living room with her books and a copy of her syllabi so that I can make sure that she does all of her work. She’s required to spend at. Mostly day trips, you know. You must've done those, too. And, camp-outs." Terry nodded."Now my parents live OC outside of a CA in North Africa, and I spent a lot of time there as a girl, made a lot of friends. And, I did spend one whole summer OC when I was in college. A bunch of us spent the summer with a community of Voluntaries — it was kind of a spiritual thing for them — in southern Michigan." How many were in the bunch?" Oh, ten. We were all in school together; you know. Close enough for. Harder. Let me hear it, Ana. Smack that dirty cunthard. Make those juices audible with those smacks. I want to hear it, Ana.HARDER!" Weston said in a very stern voice. Ana responded by smacking over and over again, harder each time, louder.She knew He had to be able to hear it now, smacking, writhing on the bed, moaningas the pain was forgotten, just this incredible urge to cum overtaking her,crying out as each smack hurt, but felt so good. "I can't hear you again, Ana. If I can't hear you, you.