Sarah tried to keep herself from crying out loud, but against the constant blows of the punishment, there was just no way. More tears rolled down her ...face as she sobbed in silence, holding on to the opposite end of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white.“WHACK!”“Ohhh-… E-…eight”“WHACK!”“Aaugh-… N-…nine! Please Sir, somewhere else!”“WHACK!”“T-…ten!”At ten, there was another break, and setting the paddle aside, the headmaster reached out with a tissue to wipe away the tears on her face.“Be. Then I felt her pull my cock out of her mouth and felt her hand grasp my pre-cum drooling cock, she started to jack me off. It was electrifying, the way she rubbed my pre-cum all over my cock head making it jump and throb.Then she pulled my blindfold off and I realized It WASN'T my ex-wife who was working over my prick, It was some man I started struggling but I couldn't get away my ex-wife smacked me hard on the ass and pulled off her nasty panties and shoved them in my mouth, she then told me. If I wasn't feeling my best, they wrapped me up and held me. It was the mess. Sara needed to get off usually twice a day. She couldn't do it herself and Phoebe never thought twice about helping. I masturabted from the chair once. Not watching, just concerned Matthew had taken as much from me. I had never been much of a masturbator but I found myself quickly relieved and mortified. I liked going to work.Phoebe grinded crotch to crotch with Sara. The redhead mewled, saying thank you with her hair. He made a lame excuse that he had grabbed the wrong case and as he began to close the lid, I stopped him and pulled a magazine out and began flicking through it.Suddenly he was beside me and telling me about a guy on page 64 who had a cock to die for; he described it as circumcised and about fourteen inches long and as thick as his wrist; I doubted any real cock could be that size and dared him to show me. Excitedly he flicked to the page and laid it open on the bed; then he said compare that.