The idea, back then, of going out with Shirley Kiner was as unthinkable as climbing Mt. Everest -- barefoot.But fast-forward to Now, I was the Big-tim... College Professor. All grown up into my own body, no longer making love exclusively to my hand, and (if I did say so myself) something of a catch, as an Eligible Bachelor.Maybe the present-day version of Chad Prince could be just that -- a prince. That is, if I could get the Beautiful Maiden to kiss the frog.That should have been the happy. Pulling the coat more firmly against her small body, she started to make her way back toward the car with her shopping bags, a pair of black boots, and tan slacks was the items along with a silk scarf, which was then taken out of the bag to wrap around her neck. As she was getting ready to leave, she noticed a small store just to her right, disconnected from the rest of the strip mall. It must have been a new shop, Megan had never remembered it being there before. It was strange, if the store. His hand squeezed her breast through her shirt. His dick grew hard between them, he moaned as his jeans kept it contained. As their breathing got heavier he slid his hand up her shirt and under her bra, at the same time she started humping up against her crotch. After a few seconds of her humping up against him he couldn't take it any more. He leaned back, on his knees, he took his shirt off quickly, her hands went to his stomach and slid down slowly, but eagerly. They reached his pants and. ”He grasped her hair and forced her now wide open eyes to stare up at his, as he explained his intentions, if she had been disobedient.“I would have tied your other ankle up high to the pipes too. Your legs now spread wide and extremely uncomfortable as you perched there on your boney ass. Your bare mound and pussy fully exposed for me to thrash with my trusty ruler of pain. Whipped until your labia were bleeding red and swollen beyond recognition.Then I would start on your tits, weighing them.