She feels her vagina grind against the rail as her torso’s forced to arch forward, her toes lifting off the floor. Panicking, she glances over at A...anda’s naked body, quivering, barely swaying, crisscrossed with scores of bright red welts. She realizes it’s her turn with the strap now! Squinting her eyes, she bows forward, reflexively tries to protect her bare breasts. Leaning, arching downward, she tries to squeeze her shoulders forward, down toward the wooden rail scraping between. She could deny her seduction of the boy until she was blue in the face, but the witch-hunting citizens would latch onto the malicious talk like wolves upon a sheep. The school authorities would think it was a lie, but they'd be the only ones who believed. All young Wayne would have to do is say one small word, and she'd be lucky to get out of Montock alive!God, how utterly stupid she'd been to abandon herself to her molesting lusts! Had she been a stronger person herself, and not allowed her. " What happened?" In order to give you the full understanding of the words you asked for, I had to make some minor adjustments in your personality. Now, you will be more courteous and considerate of other people. If you want to go back to your old way of thinking, I will have to remove some of the understanding I have just given to you. Which would you prefer, Master?" Well, let me think about it. Won't being nice to people just encourage them to try to run over me? I won't stand for that." No,. Now, as Paige touched my wife’s erect nipples, my wife began to moan with the excitement of a newfound lover. In fact Paige continued to touch my wife’s nipples much like Tara touches her nipples while they make love. With Paige continuing to roll my wife’s nipples between her fingers with a slow and deliberate pace, she said, “Vicki, you’ll have to tell me when to stop my love.” Since Vicki said nothing about setting her boundaries, Paige looked to me with a lesbianic desire written all over.