“Nice handle,” I remarked. “Where did you get it?” “A special order. A friend who makes them,” Bill answered. I nodded my approval. I... liked the idea of more and frequent penetrations of the victim’s vagina with whatever turns us on.I started with her tits. The muffin stared at me with wide, blue eyes as I measured the distance to her full, ripe breasts, now red with the pummelling Alastair had given them. Then I went to it, a full hand-and-wrist delivery of the flogger across her left. "Wir gehen wohin, wo es nicht wie auf dem Bahnhofsklo stinkt", meinte die und fand kurz darauf das Schlafzimmer; auf dem großen Bett waren die Laken zerknüllt vom kürzlichen heftigen Liebesakt. "na, also, hier sind wir richtig! Los, leg dich auf das Bett", befahl sie und bugsierte Chris dortin, gab ihm einen Schubs, dass er rücklinks auf die Matratze plumpste und kletterte andersherum über ihn. Über seinem Gesicht schwebte ihr Becken und sie zog sich die Arschbacken auseinander. Chris sah. .. not yet. In fact he never would. Her anger intensified at the memory of being called fat while her fingers worked furiously on the oily softness of her pussy. And then she heard a faint sound and opened her eyes."Sir! Oh Principal Thompson! Oh no!" Frantically she tried to cover her nakedness with her short skirt and at the same time get her panties back on."I guess you didn't want him to do that, eh?" I... oh sir... I'm not that kind of girl," she stammered stupidly.The thoroughly aroused. Jack was okay?” I asked.“He was a good boy,” she winked.“Oh good, thanks for going.”She threw her backpack from the hall across the living room onto the sofa, and pulled off her boots. She took off her jacket and hung it up. She strolled into the living room.“What’s the talc for?”“A talc massage.”“Cool. I didn’t know about that.” She was looking at me. “So what’s the deal with Faye?”“She’s going to stay here. Live here, for however long she wants.”“As your girlfriend?”I shrugged my shoulders..