If there were a stereotypical nerd, Jeremy would probably have to be its poster boy. He was shy, stuttered a lot, and a terribly bad dresser. He even ...ore a pocket protector! In this day and age none the less!Back to my story though.Surprised, he looked up from the book he was reading and replied, "No." No I can't sit here or no you don't mind?" I decided to play dumb. 'Maybe it will get him talking.' I thought to myself.Embarrassed, he said, "Sorry, of course you can sit there." Jeremy, do you. ..mmmmm baby, that is good, she said and placed her hand on the back of my head. I moved back to the head, and ran my tongue around it, then pulled off, back on, once, twice, then slowly pushed down over the head as she moved forward. I kept trying to get more, I controlled my breathing, then swallowed as she pushed forward, slowly in increments we worked until suddenly I was nose to her stomach, and I reveled in having her all inside of me. Damn, she whispered, baby, you are special. She. Meg was fully in accord, and they began to make their plans for escape. As soon as Meg was feeling suitably well to walk, they took off.I dumped the scrambled eggs onto two plates, adding some buttered toast and the two girls tore into their food like ravaging lions, and with mouths placed inches from their plates they scooped the food in with gusto. When they had finished eating, Beth continued her story as they each sipped a cup of hot coffee.Neither of the girls had been allowed to go to. “Now I will want to see you every week to make sure you stay on track with your money problems. After a short review, you will be spanked,” she said. Mistress Mary then showed me a riding crop. “With this, I can make sure I haven’t missed any spots.” The riding crop was able to spank my upper inner thighs and even between my butt cheeks, also my exposed penis and balls. Lucky for me, she didn’t use the crop on me for very long. “Now stand up and walk over here. Do not rub your bottom, until I.