‘Wow, look at you. It seems that this dirty little school girl has taken a cock or two before.. I guess that means I don’t have to go easy on you....�� With that she started ramming her cock deep in and out of my mouth. All I could do was sit and take it. After what felt like and eternity, she finally pulled her cock out of my mouth. Streams of spit leaked out of my mouth and dripped off of her cock. ‘There’s a good little slut. Now give me your hands.’ I did as I was told. She reached into the. Next thing I knew was a knock at my window. I was soooo scared.... but I opened the window a fraction and said hi... he looked at me and winked.... and said "I think you want to open the door, dont you?" I was petrified... but something made me open the door... he said to swing my legs round... so I did... shuffling my bum forward so I was right on the edge of the seat. doing this, my dress had ridden right up, revealing my underwear. He looked at me, dissapointed that I was wearing hose... and. Something.” she replied.With the caning now over I allowed my hand to explore the now rugged terrain of Michelle’s well-striped buttocks before slipping my fingers between her sumptuous thighs feeling the dripping warmth around her luscious cunt lips. With my thumb pressed against her throbbing arsehole I teased my fingers into her wetness as my eyes feasted on the beauty of her well caned buttocks, my free hand gently kneading and squeezing her tender flesh as I did so. Michelle moaned with. We had to go toward a slightly larger town to find a diner called The Crossroads Diner. This one happened to be owned and operated by a black man named Joshua who learned to cook during his time in the jail down the road. Like most men who did time in jail, he swore he would never pick up a ladle again, and most didn’t. However Josh didn’t hate cooking, as much as he hated the whole jail experience. His mother helped him get started, and five years after he got out, the Crossroad Diner came.