Whoreslut Miss Jones needs Sir to use her, spank her, tell her what a disgusting whore she is!''Stand up, slut! Turn round, slut! Bend over, slut!Thre...e orders, then Sir pulled off Miss Jones red panties, lifted her dress up and spanked both her cheeks harder than ever before. Miss Jones was losing control, started taunting Sir with, 'Got to spank Miss Jones to silence her? Too much of a wimp to just mount her and fuck her like the whore she is? Sir should not be Head if he is not man enough to. Then before he could move I grabbed his belt, unbuckled it and then his jeans. He shifted his weight to his knees so I could pull his pants down, revealing his grey jockeys. He sat back and finished taking off the pants, and impatiently I got to my knees and took my own pants off too. "I love your panties" he said as he stroked my cock through them. "I want your cock" I replied. He came to his knees and put his hands on the sides of my head.FInally, the moment of truth was at hand. I cupped his. It would just be adding insult to injury. Well I agreed knowing it would be a free meal and I could ogle Susan and Kate all night. Maybe even sit close enough to Susan to cop an “accidental” feel. Maybe brush up against one of those pert little 16-year-old breasts. Hopefully she would be in a pair of shorts and I could touch those smooth teenage legs.Dave, Kate and Susan were one of those “attractive” families. The kind that should be on the cover of ‘Uber family Digest’ or something. Dave is a. Unhon nay mujhay daikh kar poocha keh picnic kaisee rahee main nay kaha keh Bhaiee jan bohat mza aya. Main bhabee kaa hath bata rahee thee. Ithnay main bhabee nay bahiee kee taraf cheekh kar kaha keh yeh apko keya huwa. Main bhee chonkee to daikha keh Bhaiee jan kay shoulder per neel paray huway hain. Mainay daikha to nikal gaiee keh kaheen rath ko mamoon kee jagah bhaie to naheen thaay. Bahie thoray say ghabragay aur main bhee Bhaiee jan kay qareeb jaka daikha to wahan danton kay nishan saf.