His big, burly, hairy, manly dad.As I layed there, my cock ached. It ached for relief, it begged to be touched and needed to be pulled on. Much more t...an that though, it seemed to make me need Jon’s dads cock as well. I found myself desiring his big, masculine dick. Inside me and in my mouth. In such a short time, I seemed to have become almost cock obsessed. Knowing Jon’s dad was just in the other room, next to his wife, was torture. I wanted to crawl into bed with him and feel his big hands. But then I suppose spies like youwould need to speak good French."I tried to play innocent. "Spy? What? I do not understand! I am anordinary Parisian workman."She sniffed in obvious contempt. "Do you think I'm stupid? I advise youto give up that pretense. Last night I heard a terrible banging on theroof and when I went to investigate I found you lying outside,unconscious. I must say you made a terrible mess of my roses! Lyingbeside you, there was a basket of dead pigeons. Actually I thank you. Katherine. You are going to learn this afternoon that you never miss detention and always do whatever your teachers tell you to do. Is that understood, girl?” Helen smiled and sent her hand hurtling towards the plump buttocks lying over her knee in front of her.“Yes, Miss!” Katherine Cook replied just as Miss Downey’s right hand connected with the seventeen-year-old girl’s bottom with an extremely loud “slap!”The quiet sixth former felt the first slap but remained still over her teacher’s knee.. She knew he wasstruggling with his arousal. I hope he doesn't cum in his pants before weget to the hotel, she thought to herself as she smiled brightly. Ned's anticipation was fueled by the sight of Jessica in her weddingdress. He knew how ardent Jerry's desire must be after waiting, andwaiting. He was also keenly aware of his own desire, having abstained fora week at Jessica's direction. Several hours later, Jerry anxiously led Jessica into their hotel room.She wiggled out of her.