Feeling my hard cock.....................You undo my buttons and release my cock, hard and proud you stroke me as I fuck your panties into your pussy..............you are so wet...................my fingers wet with your juices.Fuck yes.............. my cock so hard and proud, your pussy so wet.I lift you up and pull you towards me................you lift your leg........you stockings making me harder.............I pull you downonto my hard shaft............Your dress up around your waist and you. I heard Ellen welcome to the ladies to her loft, and thanked them for coming. She told her guest to grab a wine glass and to head to the living room. Almost from the moment the ladies reached the living room were they asking Ellen what was under the sheet. She told them that it was a surprise, and they would get to it later. I could hear the ladies laughing as they talked about the many toys and flavored oils that Ellen was vending. I could feel my cock starting to harden, and I was not sure if. "You're attractive enough," she said.That sounded like damning with faint praise. But then I was an old guy, and girls don't go for old guys. Unless they are wise, kind and good, especially if they are figures of authority like soccer coaches.She was suppressing a smile.I thought about what she would be feeling. If she did find me quite sexy and said so, wouldn't the sexual tension in the room be almost unbearable? Maybe it was better not to know too much.She then said, "All that matters is how. Then, as abruptly as the punishments began, they stopped. There never was any discussion about what was going on or any explanation, but she bent over her father’s desk for the last time just before her 14th birthday. For years afterwards she silently lived in dread of another punishment, but after she turned 14 Suzanne never again felt her father’s paddle. Still, her problems did not end. The physical torment had stopped, only to be replaced by constant verbal abuse. All through high school.