Did you have permission to touch?”“No Sir.”You slap me again.“Did you have permission to rub that clit?”“No Sir.”The slaps and questions...come rapidly now, Permission to insert a finger? No Sir.To insert two?No Sir.To insert three?No Sir.To pinch that clit?No Sir.To fuck that pussy?No Sir.To abuse your cunt?No Sir.To defile that body?No Sir.My face is read and my eyes are tearing, you grab my hair and yank my face up to look at you.“Did you ask permission to use MY cunt? Were you allowed to cum. “And so furious.” Was she making light of him? “Your rage is a tempest, a hurricane, Mor’ion. It is the nexus of your power.”Yes, the voice agreed.“Sadani may not see true magnificence when it stands before her,” Rava went on, “but I do.” Her hand trailed down his middle, sending pleasurable tingles all the way down until her fingers were poised just above his belt buckle. “Together we will conquer your foes and you will have your birthright.” Her voice was a sultry whisper now, her lips by. ’ As her second orgasm hit I went with her, nearly passing out with the intensity of the moment. For a few seconds I just laid there trying to regain my orientation. Then I flopped onto my back, keeping Jennifer safely in my arms. She threw a leg over one of mine, wrapped her arm around my chest, and snuggled as close as physically possible. We kissed again, this time not hungrily but affectionately. ‘Now, THAT was incredible!’ ‘Yeah, it really was.’ She laid her head on my chest and we. "Please Miss, don't hurt me!" Sarah cried, weeping uncontrollably."To the rail!" Miss Marshall spat.Still weeping, Sarah removed her hands from between her legs and went to the rail, her eyes fixed on the reflection of her teacher in the mirror, and totally unaware of the way her nakedness had excited her parents."Now! Place your right leg on the rail, Miss Marshall ordered.Sarah shook as she extended her leg onto the rail and watched in the mirror as the martinet was flicked. The knotted.