Carla moved her hand slowly up Saras thigh, as Sara hiked her mini skirt up, pulling it up over her hips, her crotch and panties now fully exposed. Th... young teen sat there silently, as Carlas hand inched ever closer to her pink panties. Carla struggled with the idea that Sara was only thirteen, but then thats what made it so sinfully exciting. Saras mother was so hot and her daughter was even hotter. Sara leaned back into the sofa as Carlas finger tips reached her panties. Carla could see that. And when I did, I never ejaculated in your vagina. I did what they say women have been doing for centuries ... I faked it. Apparently, you were lying when you swore you felt me cumming, because I never did." But ... But I..." I began."You probably remember me shooting sperm all over your face like you were a whore," he said. "It was better than putting it inside of you. In a way, it's really good that you've discovered this. It saves me the trouble of dealing with you for any longer than I have. "Can't tonight. I have a date with Linda." How are things going for the two of you?" I asked."Great. I think she might be the one. I owe Carrie big time for that," he said.I felt a pain in my chest when he said that but I let it go without comment."How about we stop tomorrow night?" Hanratty suggested."Sounds good," I said. "See you in the morning."I sat at my desk for a few minutes after Hanratty left and Captain Ross stopped by."What are you still doing here after five?" he asked."Looking. She knew what to do next. John ordered her upstairs to wait for him in his study. To take off all her clothes below her waist. To be quiet and face the corner. He needed to calm down. He wouldn't punish her while he was angry. John arrived shortly afterwards and sat in his big armchair by the window. He called her over. She would d**** herself over his knees to receive his correction. John would tip his knee slightly and remind her not to kick and not to throw her hands back. John started.