"Fuck." She turned her eyes up to me again. "What is it, Sir?" I sighed. "I don't want to hurt you." "It's not about hurting me, Sir. It's about corre...ting me. It's supposed to make me think before I do the same thing again." "I don't know how many is the right amount. I mean, how many do you deserve? And how hard?" "I deserve to be punished to your satisfaction, Sir." I looked back down at the paddle. She was right. She had tried to screw with my head, tried to make things happen that didn't. Her spit started dripping out of her mouth, his balls were covered already and apparently he was ready to cum, because all of a sudden, he closed his eyes, his cock went down her throat balls deep again and with a devastated grin on his face, he started pumping his load deep in her mouth..."Aarrrgghh, cumming, cumming, cumming!" Hannah took his load as good as she could and swallowed most of it, but he came so hard, that her mouth couldn't take it all, and some of the cum dripped out of her. "Didn't happen in my day," Brabbinger admitted, "Upper sixth always buggered the lower sixth in my day."I went to my room, read a copy of "The Aeroplane," then turned out the oil lamp and went to bedIt was just before dawn around six a.m. I was dozing in my bed staring at the ceiling when there was a knock on the window, Eve was standing there wearing a Safari suit "Can I come in," she asked.I opened the window, "What do you want?" I asked."Somewhere to sleep?" she suggested, "Husband."As it. Give me your bag. You surely remember we have to look inside anything that could hold a bomb," Trish said."What the hell do they do in here design rockets?" I asked."How the hell would I know. I just search handbags and briefcases," she said."Well I guess since you put it that way, I don't really care either. I did look at that list of contraband. Drugs, Drug paraphernalia, like either of us would recognize a drug kit," I said."Well I detained a guy who had a couple of hypodermic needles,".