Then with your wonderful right breast fully erect...and people looking over at us (which I would ignore) I would move that hand under your top to your... left breast, take your bra completely out from under your top and toss it in the back seat then move my left hand back to your left breast and lightly tap your left nipple...then at the same time, I would move my right hand underneath your now completely soaked bud and delicately and lazily play with it, with one finger...with two...letting it. His Wrangler jeans are hugging his crotch so perfectly I can almost make out his perfect penis. And I instantly flash back to the last time we were together in the back room of Tractor Supply Co. My favorite nights are those when Blake closes the store alone. It’s ten o’clock on a Saturday night and I’m in the passenger seat of Kristina’s truck. She never has a problem driving me so I can go hook up, she enjoys it actually. When I get there Blake is at the door. He lets me in, and as soon as. I’ve even been caned on my bare bottom in the HM’s study. I’ve also had the strap on my bottom and thighs and been slippered so many times I’ve lost count, but even at this distance in time I break into a sweat thinking about that caning and when I’ve finished writing this I’ll probably have to give myself some sort of relief because I’m starting to get wet already. Usually, in classroom, corridor or HM study beatings, six strokes were given in about 15 seconds. Although the stick landed with. She was gone. She’d actually gone back home. He traveled back in no time, and was right outside of her room. He flung the door open and she was on the floor in the corner, hunched up against the wall with her knees pulled to her chest. Seire sighed, wanting to turn around and leave, but he couldn’t. He knew this was his fault, and he needed to make it right. Being her watchdog didn’t mean being a total ass, and if she really got upset with him, he’d probably find himself in a situation he.