I started his spanking off light, alternating smacks between each cheek and giving myself about a half-second between every slap. His jeans were loose... but the hard fabric was going to be rough on my hand in the long run.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!I started to pick up the pace as I could see him wince each time, I hit his ass.“OWOWOWOWOWOW,” he started to cry out as the spanking got faster and harder.“Stand up, Ed,” I ordered.“Yes, ma’am,” he said picking himself up.“Drop ‘em,” I pointed at his. What if, after this weekend, Farida said fuck off to their little arrangement? Hell, by tomorrow, she might decide she isn’t even bothered about a First anymore. That wouldn’t do; no, that wouldn’t do at all. ‘I want you to spit on my cock.’ Anderson looked at Farida and watched as her eyes opened at his suggestion. ‘That sounds revolting,’ she said, wrinkling her nose in suitable disgust. ‘It doesn’t matter how it sounds; it’s what I want you to do. I have money I can transfer to your. I said. Tilt your seat back. She said popping her head up. I did as she told me too. She pushed me back into my seat and pulled down her trip pants. She moved her red thong to the side and sat on my cock. Pure heaven. She slide down slowly on my cock and grinded our pelvises together. I smacked her ass and she started to bounce up and down on my rod. I grabbed her pierced tits through her tank top and started to thrust up as much as I could. She laid on top of me and bit my neck lightly and. Burnside dismissed everything else as ‘fluff’. She would have, for example, dismissed Suzanne as an ‘art flake’. Amy’s life would change if she took the two classes. They would fill up her Spring semester and make her day-to-day life considerably less enjoyable. Amy’s character would be tested, because she was not good at math and would have to overcome that deficiency to pass the classes. The thought of her character being tested scared Amy, because the last time her character was tested, she.