“I need to go to the bathroom.”“You can do that in a bit. Let’s sit first,” said Smith, pushing open the door.I was really getting a bad fee...ling about this. “No, I think I want to use the bathroom first.”“I’m sorry, but we really need to get this started.”I just stopped and put a hand on the doorframe. “Am I under arrest?”“No, of course not,” replied Barker.“Then I am going to the bathroom.” I pushed back and turned towards the hallway.“Patrolman, get your ass in here right now! You will give. Clive pulled out just a little to let her pull in some fresh air without gagging.One gulp of air later, Clive pushed his massive rod back into it's deepest point of travel. He continued doing this until Sandy had grown accustomed to having something that huge forced down into her, pushing her throat wider. She had learned to accommodate the massive intruder only through sheer determination. She was determined to have this big prick gush inside her when she wanted it to. She was not going to let. Miss Moss continued to spank Tom’s bottom for a few more minutes, knowing that she was making his bottom sting and very sore, until happy with the red colour of both bottom cheeks when she looked at the back of Tom’s head and ordered, “Okay Tom, you can get up now, and then bend over and grab the seat of the chair so I can cane you.”As Tom eased himself up from Miss Moss’s lap, he knew that being caned was the real fantasy for him and that fantasy was going to be turned into reality. He did. Erica was like Goldilocks’ favourite: ‘just right’, between extremes. She even had the blue eyes and long blonde hair to go with it. Neither short nor tall; a little curvier and softer than the twins, but thinner than Lydia; not quite tan and not quite pale; her face in the middle of cute, pretty, and beautiful. She’d made herself more interesting with purple streaks dyed in her hair, plus piercings in interesting places. She wore a tight tank top and boyshort panties, the latter hidden by her.