You haven’t have you, princess?”“I think Martin has -- haven’t you, darling?”I am unable to say a word. I look at her and am shocked by what...he has reduced her to: she looks exhausted, thoroughly used. Her hair is rat-tailed by sweat, her bare shoulders glistens from it; the tart gloss of her lips has smeared; her immaculate eyes are well on the road to panda. But even so, she comes to him and puts her arms around him and they kiss one final kiss. Then looking directly into his eyes, she says. In short, as Sadaam said of battles, the mother of all orgasms, including a series of high-pressure squirts that looked like pee and shot across the foot of the bed."Now," she said, after her orgasm had finally subsided, "it's your turn. I want to watch you come." By this time, I was hard as a sledgehammer, and explained to her that I masturbate not by hand but by rubbing my cock against the sheets -- or in this case, the hotel comforter -- until I come. Nicole frowned --a kind of pretend. But Miss theres no one here I cant see anyone you know what your mam said about talking too yourself. What was that then Spunky. She said its the third sign of madness. O really what is the other two then dare I ask ? Well Miss the very first one is hairs on the back of your hands. O yes go on then whats the second one then. Looking for em ha ha ha. I knew it your not shy at all your being rude already just as well no one reads this.Have you anything sensible too say at all Spunky hows the wife. ‘Why did you do it? Why didn’t you tell on us?’ She sounded angry.I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say, anyway. I couldn’t very well admit that I’d taken the caning she should have had because I fancied her, could I? Not that that was the only reason.My silence was annoying her, I could tell. We were well out of the school gates now, heading towards the park.‘No wonder you don’t have any friends, Little Miss Prissy. I’ll tell you what, if you don’t answer me, I’m going to give you a.