” With that, I pushed her face back into Ashley’s cunt. Not a word I use very often, but it seems it has special meaning for Tilly.Tilly’s head ...was moving around, but I don’t think she actually knew what to do.So I pulled her up to a standing position. “Since you’re not ready for that yet, let’s get the spanking out of the way. Is this a good position for you? Or do you want her over your lap?” I knew that offering choices when her head was overloading would get the right reaction out of her. Her eyes snapped shut, jaw clenched, she needed him to do it again. ‘I could smell you before I even saw you,’ he said. She looked down at him–his red face by her breasts. He moved the fabric aside with one finger and took a nipple in his lips. She laid her hands on his shoulders, still straddling him on the cold floor, and watched his tongue draw circles around her pink nipples before releasing her. ‘I can smell you. Is that weird? I think it’s science. What do you think?’ He asked meekly, but. Mr. S calmly stood on the stage and let the crowd settle back down but when he was about to address them again, the sound of a number of sirens began to get closer and so he waited. Several minutes later about a dozen police officers, led by a Captain, came around the corner of the house."What's going on here?" he shouted as he surveyed the scene. He looked over the crowd and then to the stage. "Oh Mr. S, I'm sorry I didn't see you up there. Is everything okay?" Fine Captain Daniels, I. And I wish I could help her with what she's struggling with, wish I knew what she was thinking. But at the same time, I don't want to know. Because I might not want to hear it.But she kissed me. She kissed me more than once. That means something, right? Does it? What does it mean? Was it an experiment? Am I expecting too much? Fuck. I hate thinking.I throw myself on the couch, turning the TV on. Not that I'm watching it, but it gives background noise to my pouting and furious thoughts. And.