She stands and moves next to the curtain. She seems to be hiding from everyone else but me. She pulls the gown above her waist. Yes….she is pantiles.... She spreads her legs and starts to rub her pussy. She sticks her fingers in her mouth simulating sucking a cock. Removing the moistened fingers from her mouth she starts to rub her pussy. She arches her back , thrusting her pussy closer to the window. She is rubbing in a circular motion over the top of her pussy. Every now and then she moistens. .." She couldn't say it. She started to cry, her fresh tears running down the tracks of her previous ones. Master stepped around to the front of her. She looked in his face. He tried to keep is visage stern, but she could see something softer in his eyes. "You don't need to answer, Nora. I know you are naughty just so you can be punished. But don't you see the position that puts me in? Punishments are intended to deter misbehavior, not encourage it. So you've been caned. And I'll bet at the. I had difficulty not moaning or moving as her hand slid up and down my cock.About every third pass she would twist her hand around the tip of my cock that was now seeping precum. I felt her move closer to me and then the covers were pulled off. She pulled my boxers down a bit and I felt her lips on my cock. I knew I couldn’t remain motionless so I moaned softly and moved my hand towards her hoping to find a bare tit. Her free hand pushed my hand away and a muffled “unh huh,” meaning no touching. Old Mr Johanson, was watching me as I approached, I had to pass his house before getting to mine, they lived opposite ours, not direct in line, just off to the left, just enough to let him watch me dress in the morning, something he did as my curtains were wide drawn, and let him look at me, 'Hi Mariel, how are you today?'He said it with an all knowing air of a man with intimate knowledge of under clothing, the size of my budding breasts, and that I had still to grow my pubic hair.He was on the.