*Smack* First on the left side. Then the paddle changed hands and Tessa smacked down hard on the right side. Fleur's muffled grunts and screams didn't...get far past her large ball gag. She tried to keep her cool as much as possible, but sometimes the pain was just too sharp to stay composed. Tessa dropped the paddle and arched back again, slowly putting more and more tension on her own and Fleur's nipples. She seemed unfazed by the two alligator clamps on her own nipples, which were held. Perhaps it was the utter brilliance of her piano teacher, Marco Pancetti. Marco fit the bill perfectly – Stanford educated, Julliard mastered, handsome, well-groomed, slight accent, and as fit as any of his pupils. 100% intimidating. Marco also had little tolerance for mediocrity. His mentality was simple – reward those who have earned it, discipline those who have not. As Steph drove to practice, her anxiety grew to a level of odd anticipation of the disciplinary action inevitably ahead. Still licking your lips and lightly suckling your clit I reach up to play with your nipple only to find your hand already cupping your breasts and pinching your erect nipples. My other hand easily inserts a finger into your love hole as more juices are now flowing making it easy for me to play with your awaiting anus. A moan escapes as you start to buck another orgasm is close. You grab my head and pull it gently up so I may lay next to you. Eagerly you kiss and lick my lips. In a raspy voice. Let’s do a full pit stop and then roll south."I was using a Shell credit card and Friendly Neighbor fueled his burgundy GTO across the street at the Texaco, so our contact was limited to just a wave before we were rolling south again. I did not get a good look at his wife other than to see that she was blond, but he seemed a lot like me. We were both late twenties, about six feet tall, average weight. The biggest difference was that I had dark hair and he was blond like his wife. Back on the.