“Sh, little one, you mustn't lose control of your volume,” Kennick whispered before smacking my ass again. It hurt bad but felt fucking good. Occ...sionally he'd slip his fingers over my covered, soaked pussy, adding varying pressures. If I let out more than a whimper he'd go harder, sometimes I did on purpose. He continued and I could feel his cock getting harder and pushing against my hip. “Turn over and get on the desk,” he demanded. I did as he said and a second later he had torn open my. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Mr Clements was bringing some clothes over.“So now we’re going on a tour, Nikki,” he dropped a bundle of clothes next to her. “Slip these on, while Jim and I put our macs on.”The bundle didn’t take much sorting out. There were no shoes or socks, and no bra or panties. There was just a very short flared skirt and a blouse - a sleeveless blouse that was more like a waistcoat than anything, especially since it only had one button left out of the original. Judge John Blackstone held assizes throughout the Home Counties for juveniles where he often found them guilty for the most minor of crimes, sentencing them to harsh public corporal punishments, private abuse and tortures. Meeting once a month they were joined by the governors, patrons and staff to discuss and plan future events. Much of the capital needed to fund St Saviour's was raised from these events and the influence of these two individuals was enough to persuade the authorities to turn. As he gripped tight he could feel it flow up through his cock to the head. Finally he could feel the lovely white spunk shoot from his engorged cockhead and splatter all over his chest. He came for what seemed like an eternity, moaning and shaking about. He could feintly hear his dad spur him on and call him a cum loving slut. He felt so hot shooting cum in front of his daddy as he moaned obscenities at him.After a good amount of spurts Sam started to come down from his orgasm. He sighed as he.