I’m right here baby, fuck me. You won’t have to track anybody down. No need to search, no need to play hide and seek. I would put a few fingers in...my cunt and use another to strum my clit. I would show them my slick fingers, wave them around. Show them everything. Though certainly, it wouldn’t be easy offering myself to those ugly, repulsive toad-like beings because they would soak me with their drip and drool.I would have to start slow, peeling my uniform off piece by piece. I can see it now.. "Just a little pat on the bottom through her clothes though I'm sure, Sir." "No," Mr. Graham replied, "A spanking should only be applied one way, open hand on a bare bottom. I cannot understand why my daughter continues to misbehave even at her age. You would think she would want to avoid having her bottom spanked by now. It almost seems like she gets in trouble just so I'll spank her, but I know that can't be true." Cathy listened to the story of Mr. Graham's daughter getting spanked and could. I slapped her ass as she pushed back into me, the cold air tickling her nipples, her lip bleeding from biting it so hard. I thrust, and we struggled to keep our silence (even though the sound of her wet sex inviting me in would have been unmistakable to anyone awake in that house). She grunted with the effort, and my fingers dug into her thighs. I pushed, and pushed, and pushed, feeling - not for the first time, and certainly not the last - that I'd never been so hard or so horny as when Monica. He lowered his head to kiss the top of hers getting her attention. “Baby? If we don’t get moving we’ll be late.” He said grinning down at her slightly confused look. “Late for what?” he had piqued her interest, and also frustrated her because he was now maliciously grinning down at her. “Oh no, not this already, you know I hate it when you keep secrets from me…please tell me!” she was nearly begging, this was one of his favorite games to get under her skin and she absolutely hated it. She.