It seemed as if she were turning her asshole inside out. She wondered if Larry was getting a good look at her pink shitter. No doubt, he was.She could...have fucked herself all night. Warm blissful heat swept through her guts and made her whole body tingle. Her shit-hole throbbed from the intense friction, but it was a pleasant throbbing. She licked her lips and pumped her asshole as the warmth became overwhelming.Yes, she could have fucked her ass all night. But she had other things she wanted. A few minuteslater, I saw a flicker of light as Steve’s door opened.I looked up and, surprise, saw Danielle heading past mydoor in a t-shirt with her shorts and shoes in her hand. Shegave a start when she saw me, blushed, waved shyly then wentto her room. So, not his girlfriend but obviously not too shy about lettinghim work off some steam. No big deal, I thought. They thoughtthey had the place to themselves. Danielle didn’t mentionthe incident and Steve really didn’t say much anyway.I didn’t. "We managed to actually shoot four of the one-minute cooking tips that afternoon. They were all declared usable. Having an established look and feel for the show was definitely a help and the tips were pretty simple. Using spray bottle spritzers for oil, lemon juice, and vinegar; cleaning a glass coffeepot with ice, lemon, and salt; keeping asparagus fresh in the refrigerator overnight; and safely sharpening a carbon steel knife with a honing steel. I only needed to come up with fifty-six more. A spanking paddling caning machine with an interactive interface that could be set so she was scolded first before being disciplined. Angela enjoyed being told off as she pictured one of her old teachers at sixth form college, Miss Johnson, who had the same strict tone of voice, or, rather, Angela had set the tone of voice closest to Miss Johnson’s.Miss Strictwell then reminded Angela of the reason for today’s punishment and what she was going to get. In the same strict tone of voice, Miss.