I might even promise to stop shoplifting if you promise to punish me instead.”“No way,” said David, “This is real punishment. You will have to...make do with agony, and possibly arousal, and then with sucking me and swallowing because you enjoyed the fucking far too much, and mind your teeth,” he said, And I enjoyed it just as much, he thought, it could become a habit, even an addiction, “So forget the fucks and get ready for a mouthful of cum after the pain.”SNAP!The riding crop descended and. I raised my right hand, which felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds, and pointed a finger at the closest man.He was about my own age, short cropped brown hair, blue pants, white shirt and blue flak jacket, and a vacant look in his light blue eyes."Who do you work for?" ATF. Commander Remmson."Fucking Justice Department, fucking Attorney General and fucking Marcus.Well, he couldn't say he hadn't been warned.Still, I'd have to thank him the next time we met for solving my explosion problem."All. His stubbly face tickled me all over my sensitive nether region, exciting me further. He probed me with his tongue before snaking it deep into my pussy hole. The feel of his rough tongue grazing over my vaginal walls pushed me to the brink, and I found myself grabbing his head and thrusting my soppy-wet pussy all over his sweaty face as I reached climax.Once my orgasm subsided, he pounced on top of me, bearing his body weight down on me, crushing me with his potbelly. Positioning his bulky body. But all the guys know it's my breasts since they saucily bounce and jiggle with my every movement. As if that weren't enough, the skirt is a simple hot pink satin circle skirt that would reach to mid thigh if it could. But it has a built in light pink tulle petticoat that holds it out so that it barely covers my bottom! Satin sissy panties, the kind with rows of lace ruffles across the backside, are revealed with my every step, or more appropriately, every skating glide. Light pink lycra.