Then for the rest of this week, when we have sex with our husbands, they could ‘sniff our soiled panties. Edwin could sniff your soiled panties, and... Randy could sniff my soiled panties right while we are ‘doing it.’ We could maybe comfort ourselves some during today and Sunday, and then clean ourselves with our soiled panties. This way each of our panties would smell of pussy juice.’ We could let our panties ‘dry’ right on us, each time, not even take them off at all.’ By Monday, our feminine. Betty entered the school, peering into each classroom in succession."If I could find some erasers to clap, that would sure cheer me up," she said softly.After searching several of the rooms, Betty found no chalkboard erasers. She realized that Svenson must have taken them somewhere for cleaning. His thoroughness and hard work kept the school spotless beyond fault. Betty rattled the doorknob to one of the many closets and entranceways to the tunnels and walkways that honeycombed the. She wiggles her legs against him, holding him close. She hears Donald moan within his crying, and he moves his body to get nearer and nearer to Emma.Emma picks up the hairbrush now and rubs it around his reddened ass cheeks and thighs before lifting it for the first time to come down soundly in the center of his cheeks. The sudden smack landing over Donald’s crack makes him winch from the encounter.SMACK, SPANK, SMACK, SPANK, SMACK, SPANK, SMACK, SPANK.The spanking is cathartic. The. My door wasn’t closed. The next thing I knew, Robert was there. He grabbed my arm and literally yanked me off my bed. I could smell either beer or whisky on him. I wasn’t sure which.When I was standing, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor while saying, “On your knees, bitch.”Right in front of my face, he unzipped his shorts and pushed them down, along with his underwear. His hard cock was right in front of my face. “Suck it, bitch, and if you bite me, you’ll pay big.