She shrugged. The red heels she wore were killing her feet so she took them off. She was heading the stairs when she heard the shower running. Her hea...t leapt. She realized her bedroom door was left ajar. She went inside, walked stealthily towards the bathroom. Inside, a naked male was pummeled by the shower jets. His bronze skin gleamed. Steam clouded the shower glass. She too was steaming with desire, and boiling. Need pulsated and centered at her loins. She eyed at her personal computer. " A pause, " Miss Anna, you will receive eighteen strokes of the cane! Miss Priscilla, you will receive twelve!" For a moment his irritation seemed to increase peculiarly and then, as the two girls stared in dismay, he added, "Of the best! Of the very best! You may go -- and return to your house immediately to remove those highly irregular garments!" Mr. Turner tried to speak again but Dr. Stanton cut him short again, although with some degree of gratitude, "Yes, Mr. Turner, your alertness is. He couldn’t understand it, he had literally appeared from nowhere! He hadn’t heard or even felt anything, and no one, NO ONE can move like that! Garth was slowly getting up and attempting to escape but with his leg hurt, it was useless. His predator didn’t give him a chance either, firmly grabbing him by his arm right arm and left shoulder he found himself violently spun before being tossed towards the dead end wall, face first. By all that made sense, he should be losing consciousness at this. Bouncing her ass back at me, devouring my cock with every thrust, the sounds of my balls slapping her clit and her moans filling the room. I pulled out of her, moving so she was now over the back of the couch, staring out the windows as I fucked her little pussy like none other. Anyone driving by that really looked could see what was going on but I didn’t care. Grabbing her hips I drove myself into her again, making her jump slightly with how rough I was. Quickening my pace I was now slamming.