I was wearing a short-skirted retro dress. It was royal blue. It had fake buttons going up the front, which hugged my chest so tightly that it made my...chest look great. I was also wearing gray leopard print flats, and blood red lip gloss. I took a quick look at him. He was wearing a white button-up shirt. I couldn’t tell how long the sleeves were because he was wearing a chocolate brown leather jacket. He matched that with dark, tight jeans and dress shoes the same color as his jacket. ‘So how. I tipped my fingers inside her and pushed against her G spot.My tongue slid down to her clit, I swirled around her cunt in a maelstrom of pleasure. Her hand pushed the back of my head into her cunt as she moaned out in pleasure.I released my grip on her, temptation had my hands rip my belt out from my jeans, then in a split second i found her ripping my pants down. My cock throbbed infront of her face. Her mouth opened, anticipating the sensation a moan escaped from my lips.She shot me a. I went close to her ear and slowly spoke.Me: Keep quiet, or you will regret it.She just nodded.Me: I see you reading a porn comic, Kinky. Now I will let go of you. You will not run nor shout or else… you are smart enough to understand.She nodded again. I let her go and instructed her to turn around. She slowly, with a teary eye, turned.Me: So Preeti, you like such erotic comics, huh?She: Sir, please let me go this time. Next time I will not do anything like that.Me: Chuckling, worry not. I will. So we were taken back.I thought we would get the usual lecture, spanking and 12 stokes of the cane, but this time it was not to be. We were told that we were too unruly and did not respond to normal domestic corporal punishment, arrangements had been made to take us to a special corrective center.Surprisingly at the time I was not that bothered I had escaped a caning which stings and I was bored with the orphanage anyway.Next morning a car came to pick us up. I was a small car don’t know what.