? The loudest cheeryet came from the sadistic crowd. Scott was bent over the bench again,ass upwards. A paddle was produced from somewhere, and one o... theMonroeville cheerleaders did another number on his backside. Still smarting from theprevious punishment, another twenty hits was not what he needed right now.But he would have gladly taken a hundred more licks if it would mean hiscock being spared. As soon as thelast of the twenty strokes hit home, Scott was bodily picked up and turnedover. “Really, Big,” purred the vixen. “You gonna fuck my girly boi faggot pussy.”“Hell yeah!”“Fuck me like a little bitch?”“Hell yeah, bitch,” E said stroking his dick.“I been waiting all week for your big grown man dick in my tight little pussy.”“You betta not be givin’ my pussy away ‘cross town neither.”“I’m not, Daddy.”“If I find out you got some other nigga fuckin’ you, I’ma whoop that ass.”“Yes sir.”Faison turned around and touched his toes so that his bubble butt was poking in the air. Big. "She didn't move."Come on," he snapped, "Caning is always on the bare bottom, isn't it?" I don't ... don't know," she started sobbing quietly, "I was never caned." Well it is," he declared, "or are you going to argue about that as well?"Very reluctantly she lifted her skirt and gripped the waist band of her underwear. As her knickers were slowly, and very reluctantly pushed down her long pale thighs a sweet little mound covered in silky dark hair came into view."There, that wasn't too hard was. Momma is a little slow."That's a hell of a way to think of your mother.Robin drove me around town and talked to me about all the stuff she used to do here. I saw the high school, the football field, the shopping mall her dad's store was in, the shopping center she liked to hang out at with her friends, the shoe store with the best fashions in town, and numerous other places which held no interest for me at all. We passed a sign for the Air Force Museum at Wright Patterson Field, and I.