My head began swimming in the thoughts of how turned on we were making each other. As we kept going at it, I positioned myself back on my knees so I c...uld have a look at her body, but especially to watch my now glistening cock pump itself in and out of her now swollen pink pussy. From that position I also got to breathe in the smell of our sex, which acted as an additional aphrodisiac. I was consumed by the sex, and nothing else seemed to exist in that moment. As I put my hands around her tits,. Her mother had insisted however she shouldn’t tell her friends about what exactly it was she was acting in, but that didn’t matter because none of her friends had ever heard of Harlot TV anyway. Emma eventually arrived at Maisie’s home in a pleasant tree-lined suburban street. She sat in the car, while Maisie got out and thanked her for the lift. Yes, she’d love a lift next time: it saved her train fare and loads of time. Emma watched Maisie go to her front door and briefly saw her mother: a. I was just admiring myself in the mirror when I heard a noise. I tried for a second to identify the noise, but couldn't. I just shrugged: I didn't know.As it turned out, there were quite a few things I didn't know. I didn't know that Steven had been watching me, I didn't know that there was a hidden camera in my room, I didn't know that he'd found my diary of kinky fantasies and I didn't know that he was outside my room with three of his friends, ready to give me what I'd been aching for, but. She obeyed. If she was perfect and precise in her actions, she wasn’t punished. But she learned new definitions of perfection and precision, standards far more exacting than even what SSCS expected. Every stripe she got, she earned and going home after a session unmarked was a badge of honor.However successful or unsuccessful their discipline sessions, Rogerio nearly always fucked her afterwards. Each time, he fucked like a man condemned to die by dawn. He was never gentle, but frequently.