I surged up and back, rocked left and right, trying to screw it in even farther. She squealed and shuddered, pouring fluids over my root as our bodies...slapped together.We grunted and throbbed together, thrust and recoil, thrust and recoil. It felt a foot deep in her, banging into her bones, thick and hard. She was panting and drooling when she suddenly came again, spasming and keening, kicking my rump. I rammed onward, faster and faster until I pumped out my release, gasping with hot pleasure. She turned her head to meet his eyes. "I don't know," she said, softly, "Will you get me into trouble?" He smiled again at that, a flash of curiosity crossing his features. "Is that a request?" "Perhaps," she replied, softer still, her eyes moving gently to his lips and back. The desire to kiss him was dangerously powerful. She was caught in a sublime moment, unable to commit, unwilling to break away, drinking in the sweetness of expectation. "Girl." The shout from behind her broke the spell. What was necessary each time was that one person needed to be disciplined by the other and even if the one who needed to be disciplined hated every second of it so it would only increase their incentive not to earn more discipline. Therefore, it was right for her to discipline Mrs. K just as Mrs Lucas had done thirty years before. So as Ivana sat and watched Mrs. K shuffle around on her lap until her bottom was perfectly positioned to be spanked really hard, so she felt she was really helping. I remember he struggled to pull it out because it extended well above his zipper and it hurt when the zipper rubbed it. He both said it was too tall and he should unbutton his pants. He did and then pulled his pants and underware down to his knees. It was now my turn. I pulled mine out of my zipper, not as tall but dripping. I kept browsing through a magazine for us and talking while I watched him slowly stroking himself. He completely removed his pants and underware, stood with his legs wide.