It was hard at first to reconcile theinnocent beauty of the artefact with a function so blatantly cruel, and yetso necessary. A girl needed to know th...at her needs would be met, and therewas no greater need, when the time came, than to surrender to the spit. Herheart pounded as her feet brought her closer to the steps leading up to theplinth. All around her punters continued to feed coins into the slots, and the quietnessof her thoughts was drowned by the chinking, whirring hubbub. She smiled. It was entirely unintentional. I loved the rush of adrenalin she experienced because it tightened her sphincter around my base. It triggered my ejaculation much faster than desired. The result was that it was definitely much more effective in causing my prostate to quiver like a schoolgirl waiting for the cane. I tried to hide my groans of pleasure to keep the silly girl from getting a big head.I left early at noon that day because I wanted to be fresh for starting the new job the next day. My. "Did you see her behind, Archana ... almost as nice as yours." Almost," Archana laughed.Gurpreet looked like trying to block out their obscene conversation. Their coarseness was staggering.In spite of revelsion her vagina was moistening around Archana's working fingers and her hips began to move in a tiny, involuntary rotating motion. Then Archana made a sudden movement and pushed her fingers up to the very end of Gurpreet's widely stretched choot. She cried out at the searing sensation of pain. " I wasn't looking forward to being paddled forty-four times. I knew that I needed to pay more attention in class. I stood up with my erect cock and bent over her desk. Then my paddling began. As Miss Jones paddled me, my poor bottom felt warmer and warmer. Finally, I received my forty-four swats of the paddle. I had been moaning throughout my paddling because it did hurt. "Don't stand up just yet. I'm going to do something different with you. Spread your legs apart." Then I felt her.