” I liked playing with her, driving her crazy, teasing her, being in control, looking into her eyes, loving the pleasure on her face. “You really...want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I said, moving my cock up and down her pussy lips. “You really want it bad, don’t you?” “ Yes,” she gasped. “Beg for it!” I said, surprised at the person I had become. She wrapped her legs around me, her ankles at my ass and tried pulling me into her. “Just fuck me!” “ Say it again. Beg for it. Tell me what you. ."It was just as forbidding, surrounded by the same high fences cappedwith razor-wire, but it was dinky in comparison, maybe three storiestall and covering less ground. I looked at the one building, then theother. The difference seemed to be telling me something about thenatures of men and of women...It was as if men's brains were stuck back in some booga-booga cavemanera, expecting to be ambushed at any time; looking for violence, gearedup for it, and because of this CREATING it somehow...... Then she stops suddenly and jumps to her feet. “You know what? If I’ve been naughty, I think I should be punished, don’t you?” she asks excitedly. “Oh yes, definitely,” you say hoisting yourself up on your elbows with your penis still standing up stiffly at attention. You haven’t played this game before and you are enjoying it thoroughly. Erin smiles at you and pulls down her sweat pants. You glance at her dark bush for a moment before she twirls around and bends over slightly to present her. Cayenne was not happy. “Where have you been?” she hissed.“Catching up with my friends. But I’m here for you now.”Standing at the front of the stage, Principal Hockstadler took the mike and made a short welcoming speech. Fortunately he was as parsimonious with his words as he was with the school funds, so it was only a few short minutes before we were giving him a polite round of applause prior to him ceding way to the band.As the music started, Cayenne ordered, “Take this hand in yours, put.