A slow, terrible test. I know I am failing it even as he fondles my sex, his fingers filthy with me. “Yes, a very bad girl.” The stroking is terri...ble. Knees wide, vulnerable. Soft, light strokes, a teasing, orgasm producing stroke. “Your cunt is wet.” I felt my shame that day. The first time I ever really felt it. I felt my shame with every stroke of my sex, and with every slap of his hand. Not a hard slap. But it didn’t have to be. It was on my sex that he spanked me. “Stay still for it, my. The blanket was still on the floor, you have a hell of a swing there girl. He touched his head wincing. She looked at him tears pooling in her blue eyes, “im so sorry please forgive me I just got scared when you rolled into my house I just..I” she trailed off from his face then quickly back up. He smiled as best he could showing his teeth. I actually wanted to thank you he said you knock some sense into me.He sat on her bed putting one of her pink pillows over his groin. He looked at her red. Girls had crushes on him, and boys respected him, butnow that had changed because of me and Dwight. Les was used to being aleader. But the teasing was too much, even by a few teachers.I stuck by his side, out of friendship, and was able to force those whowere teasing him to stop by using the anti-bullying rules. And thoserare times when he felt depressed, he'd thank me for being his friendwith a brotherly kiss, but like me, there was an unrequited lovesimmering, waiting to be satisfied. . " "Good, no wanking until I get home on Wednesday. Think you can do that?" "You must be kidding, I feel I'm going to burst as it is."Jane laughed. "I can imagine but, if you promise to keep your hands off yourself... well, you'll see." "Okay, okay," I agreed. I thought if I had a sly wank she'd never know. But would that be cheating? "That's a good cuckold. Do you like me calling you that? Never mind, you are one now. We'll be stopping at the services on the M1 in a couple of hours and I'll.