“Did that feel good?” asked the headmaster.“No!” cried Sarah.The headmaster tapped the end of the crop against the pinkness of her abused fles....“Are you going to keep sticking your fingers down here where they don’t belong?” he asked.“No!” cried Sarah.“And are you going to play with your bottom, or the little nub that you begged me not to punish?” he said.“Please Sir, no more!” cried Sarah.The crop rose up one more time, and she watched in horror, her hands frozen in place as it came down again. There was special attention paid to reviewing the shooting of the three marines that were killed as the attack progressed. There was additional analysis of where the guns were hidden. There were shots of the sergeant on the gate and how he was shot three times as he was getting the wounded into the transporter as fast as he could. The overhead drones eventually stunned the original attackers, after they each emptied their second magazines and were on their third. Then people who were in the. Amy waited for Roberta to leave so she could change. Then she realized that the older woman wasn't going to leave. She decided this was no time to get shy and started taking off her clothes. "You must drive the boys crazy!" Roberta said again.Amy looked over at her. Roberta was staring directly at her naked tits. Amy was standing only in a pair of wispy pink bikini-pants, cut high at the hips and making her legs seem longer than they were."Your tits are gorgeous," Roberta said, staring at them. "So, you got off, but this guy," she said, reaching down to grab my cock, "didn't get much attention, did he?" Lynn stroked my cock and went from semi-hard to rigid in seconds. "That's too bad. This guy needs attention." She started to move down toward my cock. "Really, though, I like being the one to give it attention."At that, Lynn's lovely lips were around my cock and I was in heaven. There's no such thing as a bad blow job, at least there's never been such a thing in my experience. But this.