I hadn’t felt like this in a long time. The last time was with...“SABRINA!” I shouted and sat up, my eyes flying open.I was suddenly confused. I...was behind the wheel of my truck. Hadn’t I just been lying on ... something? I looked around and I saw an SUV. It’s front bumper was just touching my door, but it seemed to have stopped. I looked at the driver. She looked scared. She was crying and her eyes were wide, staring into mine in horror. I wondered who she was. She looked pretty and young, but. Milking.I now started to grasp the reality, missus not every day. . Yes answered the wardress except weekends.They sometimes let you trade a days sexual correction for corporal punishment, such as a good caning. Strapping. Or even a day in the knicker room. What’s that i asked.. I was again already panting. It’s a room where naughty girls look at dirty pictures videos. Then get their knickers pulled up the cheeks of their bottom very hard as they are spanked with a paddle .then they watch. It felt good, and I hoped I didn't wake either of my bros. Running my fingers up and down my torso, I feel that I've made a pretty big mess, as usual. I rub a lot of my jizz down into my pubes, but I was still pretty sloppy. Easing up out of the bed, I head for the bathroom for a piss, and clean off the junk. After, sneaking back to my chest of drawers, I fish out a tight pr of gym shorts, then head upstairs. Killing off a tall glass of chocolate milk, I go into the living room and turn on the. The buildings were pressed in close, back here, the streets growing narrower the further into the town she went. The smells were pungent and often rank; emptied chamber pots and rotting food scraps not yet taken up by the multitude of stray dogs and cats that occupied the alleys.People moved about the back streets, too, dressed in strangely cut clothes, often worn or frayed at the hem or cuff, a sign of the less than well-to-do. Most men she saw were shirtless or wearing only a light vest over.