I boarded the school bus that wintry morning, grateful to be out of the chilly wind and into a nice warm place.I grabbed an empty seat. At the next st...p, two younger girls got on and started chattering away. I hardly heard them; my thoughts were on the school day just ahead.Latin, I hate it! I thought, I wish I had taken something else!. I loved literature and anything to do with writing; but Latin was a subject I could just as well have done without.I felt out of place at my new school. I. I sat back and let them 69 each other for a while. Allegra brought Daniela to a shuddering climax and I slipped inside her from behind to bring her to a second orgasm a few moments later. Daniela was a more active lover, grinding her hips into my cock with each stroke. After a short while I was flipped on my back and she rode me cowgirl style. Not to be left out, Allegra knelt over me and played with her pussy. The second time took quite a bit longer but soon enough my juices were flowing into. Relax.”“He didn’t say that?”“Oh yes, he did. But I read it out of context. Let me give you the full notice. The mural as a whole is a lovely collage of scenes. The flow from focal point to focal point is the obvious work of a master. But one vignette stands out from the rest. This segment is the only thing people who visit will see as the rest of the forty-foot-long mural fades away by comparison. They should take a saw and cut this piece out of the wall on which it was painted. It deserves a. “How many more slut?”“Five, Danny.”“Count and thank me when you’re ready for the next one”I nodded and braced myself. I know how he spanks, these were going to be the worst. They were hard and I screamed at each one. I was scared and turned on, panting, sweating, my ass was throbbing and felt like it was on fire. The last five probably took at least 5 minutes. I lost track of time. Finally, TWENTY FIVE THANK YOU DANNY. I stayed still. Out of breath, crying, when did I start crying? Tears were.