“Let’s ask Miss Flossie what we should do.”Neither of the other two took it seriously, of course. To confess everything to their teacher would b... insane. She was an adult. She would do something terrible. Adults always did. Their negative attitude about it sank Hilda Mae back into the depths of despair. She looked over her shoulder twice, as they walked on by Flossie’s house, the hope she had felt slowly dying. They were right. Why had she thought Miss Flossie would be able to help?They were. She is soooooooo tight., I can feel everything, all the soft, little ripples and ridges of her cunt . Then to himself as he gave another firm push Oh yes ,there we are. I can feel her cervix now. He moved his buttocks in a small, circular, movement and said I can feel the end of my cock against her womb. Lenny began to thrust slowly and firmly into Elaines pussy. He was rubbing his thumb in her slit at the top to massage her clitoris. He looked up at me and his voice was hoarse. I cant hold it. “Are you forgetting something slave”. “Thank you Mistress” I blurt out. “Too slow, we'll start agin”. I feel the crop harder this time hit the same cheek as the first one. “Thanks you Mistress” I reply quickly. Five more each one promptly followed by my words. By the 6th I can feel the sting all over mmy are cheeks and am breathing more heavily. How can I find this so exciting but I am as my cock is still rock hard. She walks up to my head and sasys wew ill make a good slave out of you yet.At. “Perfect,” said Nick, throwing a ten dollar bill to the front of the cab. “Keep the change.”He grabbed Marcie’s hand and led her to the front door. It was a pretty Victorian terrace, although it could have been an old shed for all Marcie cared. Evidently he only lived on the ground floor as his bedroom was the first room on the right as they entered.Nick closed the door behind them and pinned her against it, holding both her hands above her head with his left hand. “I’ve never met anyone like.