At least she could sit down by the next day but, as she found with daily checks in the mirror, the marks from her punishment remained for a lot longer... even if they were slowly fading. She spent the hour on her Sunday evenings as an unpaid skivvy, fetching drinks, cleaning and tidying. While at home during the week she wasn't allowed to vanish up to her room. Instead she was kept downstairs under the watchful eyes of her parents, slogging her way through revision book after revision book. She. ..Vincent for that's what I called him I didn't like the slang Vinny it wasn't classy enough for my man I called him “Vincent” I liked the regal sound to it and that night I called out that name many times oh God so many times! He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply his hands entwined in my hair I have long thick blonde hair I get it from my mother she is from Sweden and is totally gorgeous I try to model my look after her from her pictures out of her photo album we could be sisters that. But all eyes were on the screen. Losing all inhibitions I grasped her breasts. I squeezed them again and again as she impaled herself on me. I slipped a hand down the front of her dress and squeezed a nipple. Heather whimpered but there was no let up in the wildness of her riding of my cock. The noise built around us. The fervour of the crowd augmented my excitement at being fucked in this most public of places. My tongue was deep inside her mouth lashing wildly in a demented tango with her. She assessed that these young men couldn’t even get to first base with her. By her unusual upbringing, she was accustomed to males who not only intended to get there but when they knew what to do to make it worthwhile for her. As far as boyfriend types in her peer group were concerned Beth was neither eager to endure their crude attempts nor interested in becoming their sexual mentor.When she first met Josh at the mixer, she knew right away that he was a hick but saw a depth in him that he.