" I trailed off and she twisted my penis."I. Want. More. Cum!" She dug her fingernail back in."Rachel..." Where is it?" Rachel, please." Where's my fu...king cum?"The pain was growing, becoming too much for me to handle. My stomach felt weak, my head felt like it was swimming in the clouds, and my cock and balls felt like they were on fire. I could hardly see anymore, and I thought I was going to pass out again when I felt her finger drive into my asshole.Vision suddenly clear, I looked into the. But more often, as now, wearing not a stitch of clothing and spread out so their buttocks and pussies would be completely exposed and easy targets for the various tools of punishment and, naturally, perfectly posed for the camera.So Fran, trying to get into character, was thinking how naughty she had been to copy another student's homework, the premise for this particular scene being shot. How she so richly deserved the caning she was about to get. How it was going to hurt like hell and yet. Sandra and I were told not to talk, and we were fairly quickly whisked off to ambulances and taken to hospital where a doctor diagnosed me with a case of mild concussion from a severe blow to the head. Because of that, I was formally admitted for the night. It was now after two o’clock in the morning, but before I could relax, I needed to know how Sandra was. I continually asked after Sandra, only to be told each time not to worry.After the fourth or fifth repetition of this, I snapped back.. I kept shaking my cock till the last drop of semen fell down. Then I opened my eyes and smiled at her and she also shyly smiled. I asked her "how was it" and she smiled. I teasingly asked her "why do you see it with so much interest". She shyly said "when vindhu comes you close your eyes tightly and make a comical face like monkey — it is very funny to watch your face at that time". I burst out laughing and said "girl — I do so because I enjoy the pleasure I get at that time — so my face shows.