He plonked himself down a discrete distance apart on the bench. She looked round briefly, acknowledged his presence, and then returned to her introspe...tion. He wondered what she had done wrong to warrant a caning – there would be no other reason for her to be here late on a Friday afternoon. She didn’t live that far from him and they caught the same bus home each day after school. She could be quite cheeky and loud at times but he never got the impression she was a bad person. He wanted. First he would deep throat me all the way down to my balls and then swallow. Then he would pull off and then swirl his tongue around the tip off my cock and he kept doing this until I was about to explode and then stop. All I could do was moan, I couldn't even form words, I was so in heaven. I was sucking him even more vigorously, all I wanted was for him to cum in my mouth. He knew this because of the way I had a death grip on his balls, so he started to suck on me again. MMMMM I moaned, I'm. ."Lois' shoulders slumped. "What do you want?" I know it sucks, but I need to see. I need to see the girl and I need to see that little spot that isn't girlish. I need to know what is there -- and whether I can deal with it when the time comes," Mike sighed. "If I can't, we can still be friends, if you want to -- but at least you'll know up- front that we're not going beyond that." That's... fair, I guess," Lois sighed. "And you're right -- I'd have done it under other circumstances. But I. Collins withdrew his nightstick and Barnaby pulled a fistful of zip ties from his pocket. "Remove the frock ma'am," said Collins as he dipped his nightstick under her hem and lifted it up for a peek at her arse. Barnaby moved in close so he towered over her. He was almost two metres tall. Sharon's heart was racing. When she was young she'd had fantasies of being a captured spy on a foreign train; a woman in peril using her brain and body to outwit her captors. She'd let such trifles fade.