?When she came back he picked up the crop and motioned her back in position. The crop came up between her legs and she flinched when it hit her alread... aching pussyflesh. But she did not forget the expected response.?I am a stupid diddling whorecunt, Sir.?Not bad for a start. He hit her left cuntlip this time.?I am a stupid fuckslut, Sir.?And the other side.?I am a stupid cumbag, Sir.?And back to her clit.?I am a stupid piece of fuckmeat, Sir.?He never told her in advance how many she would. Brother ... Fuck ... Oh. Oh yes ... My ass ... Brother ... taking ... my ass ... Pop my cherry ass..."There was a tension in her voice though that betrayed the meager words slipping through her clenched teeth. He knew she was using all her willpower not to scream out at the top of her lungs. Certainly that would draw Susan's attention, and he wanted this to be a private experience, a special bonding time. Ironically, he used to worry about Susan overhearing such things for fear that she would. Like an answer to her need, Ariel felt skin on skin, felt her buttocks covered, realising with shock and delight that it was Miss Oh, that she was naked somehow, that she had stepped her willowy caramel-skinned form intimately close, her hips bracketing themselves around Ariel’s buttocks. She felt her need grow as Miss Oh folded herself forward, her slender frame layering herself onto Ariel’s smaller form, like a sheet flowing down onto a freshly made bed. Ariel squeezed her eyes tightly shut. "Now, any old fart can look down my dress and get a thrill," she said, touching the front of my shirt. "But some guys I let see a little more. Some guys I let actually do something. Maybe they can touch me..." She ran a finger over the back of my hand; her touch was electric. "Maybe I can touch them... But that's maybe," she said harshly, and she pinched my hand, hard. I grimaced...but nodded. "Maybe, if you're a good boy... But we'll have to see." She looked around. "Who checks the bathrooms?".