A real monster by teenager standards. Or so I was lead to believe."My God," she whispered. Her eyes fixed on my throbbing member and never moved. She ...icked her lips, and it jumped again. My mind raced. Would she? That's when I blurted out my problem."Mom. I can't last more than seven minutes. I've tried everything, but only manage seven minutes. Is something wrong with me?" I held my breath as I waited for her to speak."Seven minutes? Well... Let's see." With that. She crawled over to me,. But that didn't work either; she was enjoying it.She struggled against her own desires until she realized that it was useless to fight it anymore. Her body craved what Michael was offering too much and she knew it was a hopeless battle. Finally, she surrendered to her primal side and let herself relax and be swept away in Michael's relentless invasion."Ohhh…. Oh, Michael! Please…" she moaned, her head rolling back and forth as she felt herself being lifted being lifted to the heavens and then. Now only Mistress Abigail’s six strokes remained. She raised the cane and brought it down harder than any of the students had done. Pete’s bum was on fire. The pain was excruciating. Five more times the cane came down. Tears ran down Pete’s face, and he whimpered in agony.But now it was over. A series of red stripes where the cane had landed were visible over his bum. Some showed signs of blood. Mistress Abigail surveyed the damage, took a tube of soothing lotion from her handbag and proceeded. Why don't you move on to something more challenging, like say....oh blowing a crater the size of The Gates District in Mama's nice clean little home here?" Humph!" I grumbled. "You're not showing me the proper respect a freed Hellhound should to her mistress." Like you said," Helga stopped grinning to industriously scratch her scaly hide with a hind leg. The six inch claws against her armored side made a sound not unlike fingernails on a chalkboard. "I'm a Hellhound. We don't respect.