Yet mostly, I loath their sneering, ogling faces, their thrusting obvious groins and my own ridiculously inappropriate nakedness.“Beer … of course....” I plaster a smile across my lips; but I don’t want to leave them here, don’t want to entrust my wonderful personalised living space to them, don’t want them to pick through my mementos, peer at my photographs, study my small collection of books and CD’s, open my cupboards to find them awash with half-started, discarded hobbies of yesteryear,. Now, I was afraid and regretting my stupidity. ‘I'm nowhere near as tough as Jenny, and she was broken by the punishment. I knew that my ass was going to suffer, but I had to try to be resolute. I could only hope that Miss Abernathy meant to give me a Baker’s dozen on the bare since that was what Jenny received with that fearsome belt.”I knew better than to ask and was still mulling things over as those vicious tails made their first fiery strikes on my buttocks. The combined action of the. He was an honorable man, provided well for us and multiplied the family fortune. In that moment, I resented him not for all the advantages he had, advantages he would pass on to me, but for what he did with them, with all that opportunity: the same thing as everyone else. I would do something that he never could, something astounding, something beautiful, something that would burn an indelible scar into the memories of everyone who met me. I chose to become a living, breathing work of art. It. Once we got into Canada we were a bit more circumspect about making love out in the open. There was one exception. As we went through Alberta, and drove literally for hours through nothing but wheat fields, we stopped once to trample a small area of some poor farmer's wheat. With a wall of wheat hiding us from the road, we got naked and coupled."Cum in me," she whispered into my ear as she hugged me tightly."We just started," I said, thrusting gently."I don't care. I want to feel you spurting.