"Hey Ambrosia, have you been a bad girl?" It didn'ttake a genius to figure out she was filming him but he didn't really haveanother option. He nodde.... "Does the bad girl deserve a spanking?" Heshook his head, no spankings. He hadn't been spanked since he was sixyears old. "No, well since you are a bad girl you have two choices, youcan either take your spanking like a bad girl or we can try to help yoube a better girl. Now I'll ask you again Ambrosia, does the bad girlwant a spanking?" . " There's more than one of them?" asked Cindy, her voice still low and shaking as she slowly started to back away."Cindy, it's fine," said Jane in a reassuring voice."It's not fine, Jane, it's a fucking mountain lion!" said Cindy, still trying to keep her voice down. "How do you know it won't hurt us?"Indeed, Cindy was looking at a mountain lion. She had no idea if it was large or small for the species, but the thing certainly outweighed her. It was sitting on the ground, tail curled around its. ”“That’s okay, Daddy, I love you and strangely enough, I don’t mind too much him touching me.”“Don’t like it too much or it could turn dangerous in the future and don’t give him the satisfaction of it feeling too good. Jerk him off until he cums.”She nodded her head, “Will you feel my tit?” He placed his hand on her left one and kissed her cheek. “I love you, Jennifer.”She looked at him directly, “I love you too. You can pay me back with some alone time together.”“I will and we’ll make it very. And also naked was his companion who was lying on the bed slowly frigging his standing prick as if keeping it in a state ready for use. I peered forward and saw that it was Gilbert Bell, a third-form boy who was supposedly ill with a severe cold. He too was fourteen or fifteen years of age, a tall slender boy whose girlish features had caused him to bear the brunt of much teasing by his classmates.Jack lay down on the bed and began to rub his own prick up and down until it too was in a fine.