Regarding the amount of wetness that came away onto the cloth, Samantha turned to Hannah and remarked, "Not bad, then?"Hannah had no answer other than... to look at Samantha with wide, happy eyes. She was still somewhat sprawled, having failed to even lower her leg from the headrest. She was sweating, and what little clothing she still wore was bunched and damp. Hannah was an utter mess—and utterly content. "That was fantastic," she breathed. "I have been practicing," Samantha said, stuffing her. It's a bit too late for that. The wheels have already been set in motion, and even I can't stop them. You have a sentence to serve." She presses a button on her desk. I look around nervously, but nothing happens quite yet. She swivels her seat to the side to cross her lustrous legs."You know," she continues offhandedly, "I don't know why it is that so many of our punishments are sexual in nature. Perhaps that's only natural in a female-dominated culture where males are the worst offenders. But. ” Her face was red when she said it and they were laughing at the effect.Now her large tits, with engorged nipples visible, were pushing against the fabric of her white tee shirt, and with the tee shirt made briefer, her ass was visible pushing against the fabric of her metallic blue lycra bicycle pants. She looked around a little and then looked at Roger.He smiled at her now and said: “Better, babe, better.”“Thank you, sir,” she said. He leaned in and kissed her mouth. This seemed to please. She was 30, older than Cari’s 22, but easy to let loose around all the same. Cari and Jen had even gotten a bit too drunk one night a few weeks back and ended up doing some dirty dancing at one of the clubs they went to, culminating in a hot make out session. Drew had taken Cari home and bent her over the arm of her couch, pounding her dripping wet pussy without mercy as he told her how hot it was watching her with Jen and that she needed to be punished for being such a dirty little slut in.