Yes Sir I reply, looking at the floor.Why were you masturbating.I was thinking about the spanking you gave me yesterday.What do you think I should do ...bout that, you ask.Spank me I say in a quiet voice.You ask me to speak up.I say: Spank me Sir please. Spank me long and hard so I can be a good girl.Yes you say but will it stop you from masturbating.I reply, no I guess not.That is the answer I was hoping for my sweet young girl, now bend over.Jenny bends over my knees from the right side, which. But I couldn’t get that image out of my head, his penis floating above her breasts, his eyes boring into mine, Cassie’s frantic shaking, all that sperm… and my fingers kept creeping down my stomach. Finally I gave in and jilled myself off in time to the rhythmic pounding coming from Julie’s room, her moaning and John grunting. Julie’s taunts about sexuality and shame rang in my head, and I wanted desperately to raise my voice with hers as we both raced toward. I was making her happy, I knew that. Fucking her now a little rougher, but she took it all. Ah, fuck I needed to cum. And I did. It spurted out into her asshole. I thrust several times more, and then pulled out, spilling my seed on her thighs. I squirted once or twice more onto her soft belly, as my hand worked to get it all out. "Peter, baby, you're so good to me. Did I make you feel good, sweetie? I want you to feel good. I love you baby." "You're always perfect, Cindy. You know that. I'm so. She moaned and moved her head from side to side. Hereyes were closed.I started moving the base of the toy up and down, slightly. This broughtlittle gasps from Tabby and more heavy breathing. Her squeaky littleyelps and gasps turned me on ferociously. So did the sight of her stiffpenis. It bobbed and swayed with every buck of her hips. I was nowmoving the vibrator in and out to nearly its full length. I turned onthe power to its lowest setting. Tabby shrieked. She was a womanpossessed! Her head.