She had been back to the Punishment Room for her third visit yesterday and her bottom was still sore from her beating. The Professor had once told her...of a machine that beat people and she had laughed at the notion, thinking it, as she had put it, "kinky". After twelve applications of a leather tawse she had not laughed any more. The memory of that swishing sound, followed immediately by searing agony was still too recent to allow her mind to dwell upon it at any length.Her second visit,. As I sat there on the bed with the hardness in my jeans and my thick fingers stretching my babygirls little hole... I thought, what harm could it do? To take it out and stroke it a little. I wouldn't do anything extreme and Summer wouldn't know. My wife wouldn't know, nobody would know. I slowly retracted my fingers from her beautiful ass and unzipped my jeans, casting them off and on to the floor along with my underwear. Kneeling on the bed behind her, what a picture it must have been. If. I constantly heard stories of how he helped people through the hard times of the depression. As a teen I'd gotten to the point where I didn't want to hear the stories any more and Grammy overheard me saying this to my sister one day. She always knew exactly the right thing to say and I remember her telling me that she too was a little weary of his stories or more correctly visitors who came to their home and evicting the stories from him. Stories he was always willing to tell in great detail.I. “Just one of the many. I have to say, fresh from the source is always best though.”I was so fucking turned on by this point that I was aching. I turned back to Kat, who sat down on the edge of the pool and dangled her feet in the water.“So, Jess. I know you enjoyed having your pussy eaten and you genuinely seemed to relish your first taste of pussy. The question is though, would you do it again if given the opportunity?”“I doubt anyone could stop me.”I knew where this was going and I wanted it..