She crosses her arms. "Those are the breaks, I guess." But, Sawah, you dun undowstan! Um not asposta be Sophie May Wiedew. Umasposta be... a... a gwon... man named... ah... Scootie. I wuz a... ah...physi... phiz... a fizzy-sit!"Sarah frowns more at me. "And I'm supposed to be a super-duper scientistfrom India. Now I'm too little to even be a cheerleader." But... But..." My bottom lip goes out and my eyes get all wet and drippyand I cry real loud.Over my crying, I hear Sarah say, "Poor little. Although I was telling her about it, she was in no mood not listen or stop!She continued sucking my cock by spitting on it and taking my balls in to her hands and sometimes swallowing them. The way she was sucking it, I realised her hunger for a cock.After almost half an hour, she slowly raised her head with a bit of shy on her face. Then I removed my jeans and she removed her shorts. I was talking her to the bed but she said she wanted to get fucked right at the door! I agreed that and I made. I woke about mid morning, to the site of the girls pleasuring themselveswith a double ended dildo. I watched briefly, then got up found my gaffand panties and went to use the bathroom.Down in the kitchen, with coffee in hand, I reflected on my high of lastnight. This morning I was feeling down, I was jealous of Kate andCynthia's bodies. I couldn't imagine my 'strap-on' and didn't want toexplore any of Cynthia's holes with it.The girls came down shortly after, having a pretty good idea about. Anda wave of despondent shame and degradation swept over the penitent young noblewomanas she desperately prayed for strength to bear the remainder of her punishment. For the ninth stroke of the Princess Lesley'sprescribed penance, the dour Miss Simpson kept her hapless victim agonizingfor what seemed an interminable wait, utilizing every nuance of suspense andhumiliation conceivable. The sadistic matron, being of common birth, especiallyrelished the duty of plying the lash to the bared.