"Got to get you somewhere secluded," I said to myself.I looked behind me and the party was still in full swing and nobody had seemed noticed my leavin... with her. I had lived in this area all my life and suddenly the perfect place came into my mind. A few doors down there was a row of garages and behind them was a strip of grass. With the reflected light from adjacent street lamps giving it all a soft glow, it was the perfect place for our little romantic interlude. Nobody was going to find us. I swallowed with difficulty and attempted to regain control of my voice. “Close your eyes, Paul.” He complied. “The first thing I want you to do is to pay attention to your breathing… let it become very regular… slow and even… so that each breath completely fills and then empties your lungs. Don’t strain, just make it very easy and comfortable…” I proceeded to instruct him until he was breathing more slowly (and following my pacing). Then, following the routine that I’d seen at the. Before I could regain some semblance of achievement, he took control very quickly and subdued any rising thoughts of rebellion within me.I froze in my prostrate position and felt him wipe himself clean on my soiled panties, and remained as such while he dressed, staring ahead as ordered, not once looking back to see anything, just the stench of his sperm tickling my nose.'You now realize Mariel, you came here to be disciplined', he said, with a fresh impetus, and my dress was suddenly hiked. Only in his fantasies had she ever touched him there. The feeling was incredibly thrilling.Allison grinned. "You like that, don't you?" she asked."I love it!" he exclaimed."Well, hurry up, Kari. Unless you want to waste his orgasm on a handjob from his stepmother."Kari stared at her in shock. Then she turned her attention back to Jeff's cock."So is he really going to..." she stammered."Have an orgasm?" Allison suggested, and Kari nodded. "That depends on you. You can stop at any time if it.