I was moaning while he was fingering me roughly…“Mmm Sandra, I love to hear your voice while I am fingering you. I love to do this, especially to ...you darling. Turn over and let me show you even better way to do it”. I leaned on stomach, but he stopped me. He grabbed me for my neck, moved me closer to him and started to fingering me from behind…“Mmm… I love it, finger me like that” I said to him. He reply calmly “Sandra I will do this to you every time you ask me, but now I am only waiting to. He stopped telling me now that when I was so good you would get him where his place was. He took me out of his mouth. He pushed to the mattress that I just fell asleep all this humidly restrained by itself. I wiped my hand to get myself all wet. So wet that it can not even wipe away from it, it's not water it's simply a sore throat.When I slipped from my back to the back, wiping off my face, slid to the end, lowered down, and started to spit in my hand and rubbing it between my ass. Since no. Come in. You have a bag? The first day, nothing is expected of you, I will show you your room. Dinner is at eight.”He grunted acknowledgement and followed her inside, up the staircase, and to his room, where he sat down on the bed. She disappeared. He laid down in bed and stared up at the ceiling, and thought of how he had gotten here, on suspension from the College and had to undergo a month of 'Special Discipline'. It was a few hours before dinner, and he spent most of that time tired, and. Mike fanaticized about what she looked like naked, but he knew . . . he probably wouldn't get the chance to find out. Feeling like the weekend was ruined he smiled and said, "We'll just need to stop at the store and add a little more to our provisions." Mike helped the girls load their gear into the back, and after a short stop at the store they were on their way. Jamie sat in the back seat feeling like an intruder. She wished her parents had let her stay home, but they had insisted she stay.