She stared at me, eyes wide open, while Patrick resumed fucking her with his fingers.I bent over her and unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts weren't hug..., but still quite big for a girl her size – and beautifully shaped. I grabbed one breast with each hand, kneading them hard. Then I sucked greedily at her right nipple. I bit hard into it, making her squeal."Ah!"I put my mouth on her left breast instead, sucking hard - and then bit down again."Ow!"Patrick's hand was still thrusting rhythmically. Fuck! A paddle. I had always found the paddle to be particularly painful, as instead of inflicting straight pain, it would administer a strong stinging sensation that lasted on and on. He again rubbed my cheeks, as if wanting to prepare them. Wham! Down came the paddle again. “Fuck,” I screamed. Wham! Now my behind was properly boiling. Wham! I winced again. He leaned over my back. “You like the paddle, don’t you, cheeky," he hummed into my ear while crushing my body as hard as he could.. Today was one of those days were she wasn’t successful, feeling the familiar sensations of her pussy juices beginning to flow, so she turned and dove under the water to both cool off her libido and take her mind off of her father.The next morning Sam had some errands to run around town, so he was up and out of the house early. It was the middle of the summer and the kids were out of school, so he let Lisa enjoy her summer vacation and sleep in. The night before she had asked him if she could. Then she blurted out, “Josh, what’s my teacher doing, involved in this?”“The lovely Miss Winter?” So she’d found out about that part—the next bit of fun would be filling her in on the details. He reached for his tablet to illustrate. “She’s been naughty too,” he told her, exchanging one disc for another in the drive. “Seems that both your indiscretions have been caught on camera. What a bad pair of girls you are. Want to take a look at teacher fucking?”“No. No, I don’t.” She sounded.