I remembered doing that role a few years ago. Hell, I would have done it for free! Sitting beneath the bridge, watching women with nothing on beneat...h flowing gowns stop on the bridge, chasing girls who bounced out of their corsets. Yeah, that had been a fun time. The fat drops of rain fell without warning like stones from the sky. Looking up, the cloud was neither large nor threatening, but it was dropping without warning raindrops the size of small water balloons on the hot late summer. Umm I’ll p-promise, Oh, n-no, Oh, my ass!”Such language from such a pretty lass should be admonished.Julie’s pleas went unheeded as Art continued to pound her ass cheeks with his long wooden school paddle. Her kicking and crying mixed with a chorus of squeals, but her teacher was unimpressed as he had no intention of helping her out of the hole her foot was caught in until he was 100 % sure she had truly learned her lesson. Julie’s spanking went on ... and on ... and on!The young pretty blonde. Dhat…osobvo kothakar. Jani na jao.Bollam ok thak, bolte hobe na jao. Piya bollo… Ei jaan rag korle? Tumi je akta ki na?… Are amar pussy vije jay. Bollam pussy ki? Tomar biral chhana? Piya heshe fello, bollo duniyar khochchor akta tumi… Amar gud vije jay… Hoyechhe to ebar? Ami bollam… Uuuuuumwah…hmm hoyechhe. Ei dekho amar cock khara hoye gechhe tomar mukhe oi kotha sune. Hihihihi kore hese papiya bollo…cock ki? Tomar morog? Hihihihihi….. Bujhlam papiya ki mal…bollam bujhechhi,samna samni dekha. He asked me to hold the magazine for him while he rubbed his cock with his right hand and fondled his balls with his left. I found myself watching Daniel more than looking at the magazine. My cock got really hard, it wanted to burst out from my jeans. I wanted to touch myself but couldn't since both hands held the magazine. Daniel laid back on the bed and he asked me to hold the magazine higher for him to see. My eyes were unable to look away from him beating his flesh stick. Then he erupted!.