You owe me. Remember?" she said with a laugh. I started to give her my address, when she stopped me, "I know where you live. Just be ready."As I looke... out the window on Friday night, there was still no word from Beth. "What the hell am I doing?" I said to myself. "My wife has taken off to who knows where, and I'm waiting to be picked up by a sexy woman who wants to bed me tonight. What is wrong with this picture?" I asked myself. It wasn't ten minutes later, that Sandy pulled into my driveway. I was focused on the little red knob between Stacy’s butt cheeks. Then it occurred to me to ask my first question about the time I reached the tenth swat.“What is that butt plug supposed to be teaching you?” I asked her.“Ten Sir, thank you!” Stacy counted like it was routine. It almost didn’t register to her that I said anything because I had been silent up until that point. “My butt plug is a constant reminder that I am a pain in the ass for others, and it is supposed to help train my asshole,. She liked having underwear for almost any mood she was in. Except for this morning. She was feeling very excited about the prospect of getting in to see Mr. Hanson again this morning, but also a little apprehensive. What if he did not want anything else to happen? What it he was having regrets about the other day? He was the principal, and her a student, but it had felt so good, and so right, that she really was trying not to worry about that right now. “KQRS 95.7 Hot FM, the hottest spot on. By the time another ten minutes had passed I was so excited that I couldn't have moved away if I had wanted to and with a groan I closed my hand around Luke's cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, his response was a sigh and to move his fingers in my pussy even more firmly.It wasn't long before I could feel an orgasm building up inside me, panting and groaning with pleasure I began to wank my brother which made his hand move faster on me, which made my pleasure grow, which made me move my hand.