You wet your parched lips... your hands reach down and play with the hard erect nipples on your perfectly shaped breasts...my fingers take a hold of y...ur tiny panties pulling them aside... exposing your naked lips to me...there softness i touch as i run my fingers along your now soaking slit.... seeking out your swollen clit and touching it and gently rubbing it between my fingers... my tongue darts out and traces your outline... tasting for the first time your love juice... probing your parted. The pictures are the different levels of punishment I will give. Number one is just for the experience of being confined and strapped to the bench. No punishment would be given. All other pictures will incur the use of the birch. Strokes given are six as in picture two, twelve as in picture three, twenty-four and thirty-six in pictures four and five. If you wish to take up my offer then please write the picture number of your choice and put it on the table in the hall by 8.00 pm.I will then. Molly quickly made her way to her brother's penis and grabbed it. She gave it a few strokes to keep it hard then tried pulling the condom off. With his cock still erect, this was not an easy task, and some of his sperm ended up dripping down his shaft. Molly threw the used condom on the floor, and without giving it much thought, she took her brother's rigid member in her mouth. Her brother moaned as she bobbed her head on his cock a few times, tasting his salty spunk for the first time ever,. One was 'investigation'; the other would be 'security'. I would need to trust the senior staff of my new business venture. Oh, not with revealing what I could do, of course. But they would be handling the 'council' problem, and would be using the equipment I was going to procure for the business.I would also have to trust a few of the security personnel, and a few of the investigators. Again, not because I was going to reveal who or what I was, or what I could do; but because of the nature of.