"I do! I do!" she giggled back as she tugged on it some more.Then when i was almost fully hard, she knelt fully up, and opened her little mouth, and g...ided my hard long length into it.Her little lips clamped around my shaft, and immediately began sliding back and forth, sucking repeatedly on my hard dick, and then looking over at her husband, i saw him just sitting there, like he was in a trance, just watching us, looking completely blown away by his little wife, who now seem to be, a big cock. They looked so damn CUTE together, like they were saying "Yeah, we're every cliché in the book, but we make it look new and fun". There was an ongoing project by the in-clique to have them preemptively declared the King and the Queen of the Senior Prom, and one had to admit that there weren't many better choices.As Dana finished a circuit of the main room and headed for the table with the drinks on it (mostly soda and water, but in homage to the teenager-created tradition, there was also. Reaching behind me, he freed my wrists. "Doesn't seem like we need this anymore, huh? Your throat is trained nicely." Thank you Sir," I replied, rolling my shoulders to relieve the pain that I hadn't really realized had worked up by being restrained like that."I'm about ready to breed your fucking throat," he calmly continued. "I want you up on the washer/dryer, on your back, your head hanging over the edge."It was the perfect height for him to line his pole up with my open mouth/throat."It's. But I'd more likely cane you.”“I'm sorry, Riccardo.”He steeled himself to walk away. He'd had the highest of hopes for them, but he wouldn't tolerate a girl who didn't accept the discipline she deserved.“I've been less than perfect company over the past few days,” she said.He looked at her in surprise.“I've been trying to tell you. The thing is, I'm used to regular punishment and couldn't live without it. It makes me a better girl.”He looked at her, amazed. “You want me to?”“I got the paddle.