?Aiieeoucchhhh? screamed Paul, not really expecting this. Schllaaaffff,schlaffff a second and a third followed. ?Aiieeooucchh?.The women gave applause.... Paul could standup. His punishment was over. With his hand he strokehis scrotum, which was still hurting. - ?That did hurt? he said. - Emilie who was annoyed said?Excuse I did not know that I did it so hard??- Don?t worry? Paul said ?it ispart of the game- Emilie however looked at himand asked ?Can you please. He pounded her cunt like a machine. she could hardly breath from his choking grip. Her sex was a mushy wet mess, working over overtime to slacken and juice up enough to accomodate this studs prick. YOU SLUT!!! He shouted. Charlotte sensed he was about to come. She didnt take the pill and he wasnt wearing a condom How much of a slut was she? How deep into depravity could she descend in one afternoon? She already knew the answer. As her orgasm began to take over she reached behind her lover and. I looked in the direction of my mother, still out of sight, whilst pretending the cock was not there as it pumped more leakage onto my legs. He was moving it slowly in and out on my thigh, spreading the clear slippery liquid onto my skin and suddenly the wicked idea crossed me head, to hold him there until mother returned.I raised my other leg slightly and positioned it over the throbbing cock and brought it down and pressed my thighs tightly together, feeling him humping between them. I. I put on a white tank top, something tight where you could see my pink bra through it. That way it would keep people's eyes on my chest and away from my...penis. I also found a knee length, pleated pink skirt so that there was no chance of anyone seeing anything that could be taken as a bulge. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt okay. But not really.Chapter 2: Keeping Things Under WrapsI got to school about twenty minutes later and I definitely felt strange. It seemed like no matter how I.