Molly had no knickers either and Sarah’s were soaking wet with piss and stained with shitty sk** marks. Surely this would earn her more strokes of... the cane ? It always used to when she was at school and she expected a couple of extra’s.Her daughter Meg was no different . It seemed to run in the family . Damp knickers were a family trait . Only yesterday when Meg was being caned for lateness Mr White had noticed the usual pissy knickers on Meg ,the shit stains and the signs of spunk lingering. It had been the same cycle for six years now. College had been an exciting litany of girls, beer, and d**gs but somehow left him ill prepared for the monotony of living and earning in the "real world". Certainly, there were the occasional events that added excitement to this otherwise drab life he led. But the joy of finger banging the random bridesmaid at one of his friend's weddings was quickly obscured by the ceaseless paperwork and dull fluorescent glow of his nine to five existence. There. He moved his mouth up my sack to my cock. He sucked on me just right. Not too hard and not too soft. He took long slurpy strokes on my small cock. I couldn't resist how good it felt and moaned with delight. He sucked and sucked until I was about to cum and stopped. He rolled over sweaty and red faced from his oral efforts. He reached down and wrapped his hand just under his balls and held up his slightly hard shaft. Wayne saw me hesitate , he encouraged my reciprocation. I moved my face down by. Little cunts like that make me want to fuckthe shit out of them because young cockteases grow upto be big cockteases. Little girls like her needed tobe fucked, forced to suck and showered with sperm,treated like the little whores they look like.I watched her walking closer to where I was parked asshe left her friends, equally dressed like dirty littlesluts but she was the one I had my sights on, alone andwalking slowly, ears covered by headphones.I made my move as soon as she passed my car. I.