Picking up the pace, I worked my shaft faster and faster. It didn't take long to feel the pressure building and thinking of her glorious orgasm, it th...ew me over the edge and I exploded. Squirts of hot cum spurted everywhere, "oh my god" I whispered loudly. That was one of the best wanks I've had in a while.With my cock now floppy and limp, I got up and quickly darted to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I washed my hands as well as giving my cock a good wipe, also cleaning up small dribbles from. Then she did it. She screamed out. She cried out as if he wasn’t doing enough which he was but she needed it more and more and even more. The two were pulling at one another’s bodies. To him it all felt hard to believe. He was fucking Maxine finally again. To Maxine it was all, to put it mildly, fantastic as his cock seemed to fill every last millimeter of her pussy. These two were now at it heatedly. She pulled at him. He pushed down on her. Before he knew it he found she was about to switch. They hung their heads and the girl stuttered that they'd missed their bus."Go to your rooms and get ready for bed. I'll deal with you later."Angie's father had been a religious fanatic and belonged to a sect that openly encouraged domestic discipline. His practice of chastising his family with the rod (or more often with the belt) was about the only thing Angie had inherited from him. Weekly spankings were just part of her childhood life, and as regular as fish on Fridays. Everyone was called. Her first memory was living in an orphanage in New York state. No one could tell her of her origins except the note accompanying her said her name was Arie Michaels; she had been abandoned on the stoop one day. Never adopted, the orphanage became her home. It was a colorless, shades of grey existence. Sterile sleeping quarters. The only bright spot was a small garden outside the building. It was only there, sitting alone, she found peace.She didn't understand her gift until her later teen.