The lower half of the screen was filled with Jim’s body framed by L’s legs. I focused on the upper part, on L’s face. Her features expressed ple...sure, satisfaction, lust and greed. Her mouth was slightly open. Her lips moving as if reciting dirty thoughts like a silent prayer. She opened her eyes, and stared dreamily into the camera. I started leaking pre-cum onto the rug.On screen, L pulled Jim’s head out of her crotch. She pushed him over onto his back and gave him a quick kiss while she took. She recalled the sex talk her father had given her. It had boiled down to boys had penises and girls had vaginas. All boys wanted to put their penises into her vagina. It was her job to keep that from happening. The sex talk then devolved to an hour long discussion on how to physically convince boys not to put their penises in her vagina.He hadn't helped with the emotional part of teenage relationships. That was a mother's job. A mother was supposed to prepare her daughter on how to deal with. The tears were flowing as her clit took the first lash from the crop. A decisive blow to her womanhood that made him even think he'd gone to far. But that thought left him as quick as it came, as thoughts of all the shit she'd done to him came crashing back.Twack twack twack. 3 more found the mark and the screams that left her gagged hole now filled the air followed by sobs and and uncontrollable, high pitched whines. He removed her blindfold and as her vision cleared she saw the horror of her. She just hoped none hit the carpet. She closed the door, sat on the toilet, and peed. She wiped herself, got a few squares of TP wet at the faucet, and used those to wipe herself again. Mom kept commercial douches in there, but she was afraid to use one. Mom might know how many she had.“Want to take a turn?” she asked back in the room. Andy looked a little bashful walking naked out her door to the bathroom. Well, it was a strange place for him, and she felt a little bashful herself. She doubted.