When Alex does not respond, Dad all but climbs into the back seat, rifles through Alex's pockets and takes the pack from him. He looks at me again, "N...w, boy!"He is going to make my life a living hell if I don't tell him something. I sigh, "I gave the car to Trina so she could take Lisa home." And you couldn't do that because... ?" Alex an' Lisa broke up." So you gave Trina your car?" Dad's close to really losing it. "Somehow this makes sense?"I glance back at Alex; he's staring out the window.. The only other vehicle I had ever driven, other than the driving school’s car, was my Citroen Ami 8, (the model up from a 2CV) with a powerful 602cc engine and a dash-mounted gear lever. Not surprisingly, I felt somewhat uneasy sat high up in the cab behind the large steering wheel and floor-mounted gear stick of the Bedford.I drove carefully out of the Sorting Office car park. Thankfully, the streets were quiet, and as we proceeded --slowly – along the main thoroughfare out of Cardiff, I. Michael panicked a little as he felt them drawn roughly over his cheeks and down to his ankles. Perhaps a good thing he was not with a stiffy as it might have hurt if it had caught on the shorts as they passed quickly downwards.It was soon excruciatingly painful with smack after smack landing hard on each cheek. Mr Smith certainly had a big, hard and well-practised hand as he unrelentingly continued with the punishment as Michael was starting to squirm trying to avoid each well-aimed blow. It. "Hey, John," he yelled down the hallway. "You might want to come and take a look at this." The boss climbed on the bed. Footsteps headed toward the room. The light from the hallway dimmed. "You sure she can handle that thing?" John and the boss laughed. "I guess we're going to find out," the boss said. Quickly, the boss slid a finger into her pussy. He tugged on it toward the bed, stretching her out. The flesh of his head pressed against her wet opening. He squeezed himself into her. It was the.