I wasn’t doing too well, to tell you the truth. Academically, things were fine though I was stressed out. Socially, things were weird. Madeline no l...nger talked to me. She turned into a hater after a random Black woman and her daughters asked for my autograph one night at Westgate Mall in Brockton. I guess I had truly become a celebrity in some folks eyes. Stuff like that no longer shocked me. However, Madeline got really mad at me. And I called her some names I won’t repeat here. So we’re no. The plan was for Daniella to take him down to his basement lair and for Mrs O to follow on and then to call his bluff and frighten the life out of him. Mrs O said it was probably the drink that made her go along with it but she found herself agreeing to take part.A short while later she watched Daniella approach Mark and whisper to him after which Mark left the room. Daniella came back and told Mrs O that it was on and to follow on in a couple of minutes. Mrs O finished her drink and made her. "One, Sir." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained blows down on her and she counted, trying not to squirm. "Ten, Sir. Thank you for my spanking, Sir." Around thirteen, she felt it start, the tension "down there". She frowned, now she'd have to concentrate on that rather than the pain. It made it harder to keep count too. "Twenty, Sir. Thank you for my spanking, Sir." After a few more, he stopped and she hoped he wouldn't... Ooooohhhhhh but he did. His fingers stroked slowly up her inner thigh and ever. "I think you would. Most guys your age love to stroke off but I think that is a terrible waste of a good stiff cock. And then there is all that lovely sperm that ends up on a rag or washed down the drain. That is a pity!" She said as she reached and ran her fingers on his cock through the fabric of his trunks."Take these off and sit here next to me." She said quietly.It was like a dream as he stood up and dropped his pants. Mike's cock was rock hard! He sat down next her as she looked intently.