Swish, swish, again, I tried not to but had to cry out and put one hand on my bum. “Hand down or you’ll get more!” Swish, swish, swish, swish. ...inally it was over and I stood up. My cock was rigid, pointing upwards, defiantly as my fingers felt the tramlines across my bum. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t control that. Fetch me that ruler, she pointed across the room.” In full view of these ladies, I was made to walk across the room to fetch a springy plastic ruler from the desk. It hadn't been a major item at the meeting, and Mike hadn't even mentioned it in his story he'd thrown together in the late hours of the evening before, but it put another brick into a decision that Mike had been reaching toward for a couple of years.It had actually been item 11 on the agenda, titled "Storm sewer separation". Mike had been hearing about storm sewer separation for the dozen years he'd been covering the Spearfish Lake City Council, so he really hadn't been paying a lot of. "I don't mean to be rude Rhiannon, but Vantha looks like any normal girl..." said Dee Dee. "That's by design," Rhiannon replied. Vantha was kneeling, and had her eyes closed, and her arms at her sides, and appeared to be concentrating. "Watch carefully now." Vantha took several deep breaths. Then her body shuddered, like she'd just dipped her toe into icy water, without realizing it was there. Suddenly, where there had been nothing between her legs, there now appeared a cock between. He takes her in his arms and holds her for a long time. Finally, she speaks. ‘Something is wrong. Talk to me.’ They go back to the blanket on the beach. She sits close to him and looks at his face so that when he speaks she can read his lips. He looks out at the water for a long time and then speaks. ‘Remember when we went to the hotel?’ She nods. They had gone there to have sex and she couldn’t go through with it. ‘Weeks later I went to a special dinner held once a year for graduates of Yale..