“Facebook?” Dillon asked, insinuating it should have been obvious as he chucked Theodore back his phone. But another blank stare was his answer. �...�Dude, someone as popular as you should have a presence. You’d be fucking huge online if you gave it a try.”“N-not really my thing,” he stuttered out.“Sit down dude, you look like you’re about to barf,” Dillon suggested. Heeding his advice, Theodore sat down at Dillon’s desk. The honey-blond – still slightly guilt ridden – teen slumped onto the edge of. Why don'tyou and Coach Black like each other, that guys a riot, George would as. Harold would then be forced to give reasons as to why he and Black weren'tbosom buddies. He'd have to tell him about the looks he'd been giving his wife, Jenny.The looks that Jenny - despite her not acknowledging or even knowing it -had given him. Harold would have to hint of there being the lingeringscent of hostility in the wake of a particular pool party which hadoccurred earlier that summer. The memory of. It was the new rules that meant that the first speeding offence now earned six strokes of the cane instead of three points on my licence. A second offence earned twelve strokes and this was my third offence and so I was going to get eighteen strokes.I had arrived at the arena on time and once booked in went to the changing rooms. There I fully undressed and put on a gown, which was like a hospital gown that opened the whole way down my back which was just right for being caned as my breasts. Part of her was mortified that her master was going to ass fuck her in public, but her puss hummed with need. She could feel his big, warm body behind her. The air around her was electrified. Her pussy was drenched. Her asshole, lubricated by her dripping cunt cream, winked furiously. She felt his thick mushroom knock at her back door. Jenny, trying to prevent its entry, beared down, thinking that would stop him, but it didn’t. Her asshole swallowed the tip of his dick. She squealed; it.