"Cameron! That was not funny!" Bill yelled as he came down the stairs. He had quickly dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, the official teen uniform. At ...east it was when not in school."Oh yes it was," his dad said and I just laughed again. The phone rang and Mr. Smyth went to the other room to get it.I smiled to Bill and said, "Sorry but I needed that. I had a rough night." What do you mean?"Before I could answer Bill, his dad came out with the phone and handed it to me. "It's for you. It's your. “Serena, its a good while since I last poked a mother to be, shall you oblige me?” I asked.“No sir.” she refused.“But Miss Blenkinsopp do you not remember the morning when I bent you over the dressing table? Shall we not visit heaven again?”“You remember?” she asked.“Oh I remember,” I agreed, “A grey haired virgin, how could I forget.”“And your child?” she asked.I looked her in the eye. “Take your coat off. Lift your skirts. Lower your underpants. Bend over my desk and remind me of what I ever. There was more thunder and Anne slid closer holding mychest and sliding her thigh over mine as she madecontact with my erection and pressed her thigh againstit. “Umm,” she moaned.With the next thunder Anne rolled on her side awayfrom me and pulled me to lay against her she pulled myarm over her to hug her. Sarah moved against my backand I was sandwiched between them. My erection was nowlying against Anne’s bottom she lifted her legslightly and reached down pulling me between herthighs I was now. Hardly had the stroke fallen when the lash struck into her sex, the tender flesh taking the stroke and adding to the messages to the woman`s grey cells. Pain ebbing away from below, but the pins in the bra left her with a longer distraction. The whipping had stopped… they were waiting… falteringly her voice asked for the second round, her eyes shut now, tears falling to drip on her chest , her breath in sobs now, as the lash found the bra once again the sobs turned to cries of anguish, the.