It is your riding crop. She walks over to me, and begins to slap my torso, breasts, and pussy. The wax breaks off, and #8 is relentless. She hits me o...er and over again, causing a sting I have never felt. Tears of pain well up in my eyes. After exhausting herself, she drops the riding crop to the ground."My my, #8," you say. "You are quite the bully. I bet you were a mean girl when you were in high school." Yes," #8 laughs. She goes over, kisses you deeply, and grabs your balls. I see her. She let me put my hand under her shirt and she felt good n so do I pressing her soft smooth boobs over her bra and her underwear started to get a little wet.She said it to me and said that is something that had happened before. She got so hot that she finally kept her hand on my pants and started to squeeze and rub. I liked that a lot then I started to rub the front of her jeans she wanted to stop me from rubbing her jeans but soon left her resistance. She felt good and her jeans were tight. Jaric answered his phone as he drove back to campus, “Hey, ma!”“I just got off the phone with the Coach Miller from Mississippi A&I. I really think that’s where you need to go,” opined the concerned mother.“Why, ma?”“You know Sheryl and Calvin went there,” she said referring to their relatives who attended the HBCU on athletic and academic scholarships, respectively.“Yeah, but I got a couple of offers from up North.”“I know, baby. I just don’t hear those coaches talkin’ bout gettin’ you a. Hardy” I said to him. “Please,’ he said. “Call me Michael.” I smiled at him and a shiver went up my spine. “Ok” I giggled a little, “Michael.” With that he picked me right up off the floor. His hands holding me firmly by my butt. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned and carried me towards his bedroom. I was very aware now of his bulging jeans. As he walked his hardness rubbed right up against my wet panties. Little moans escaped my lips as he walked. “You’re so light and tiny” Mr..