.. I finally told the truth.“That car is just a heap of metal and glass,” my Dad said and was speaking so softly I had to strain to hear the words.... “The car can be fixed. But I don’t know if we can ever fix the fact that you lied to me. My own son ... my own son lied to me.”By that point I would have given anything if Dad just took off his belt and beat the shit out of me.He didn’t. He just looked at me, shook his head and walked off.THAT hurt worse than any beating ever could have hurt.For the. "Ivy ignored her pleas. She was obsessed with her control over the most powerful and feared person in her life. Ivy hooked a finger under the waistband of her principal's underwear and lifted it up, letting it snap back onto her skin. When she did it a second time she didn't let go but looked inside and exclaimed, "Wow, she's hairy."At this point, the more timid of the two girls, Heather, moved closer and also looked. "Let's take them off," she said.John sat back and smiled as he watched his. I guarantee that you will enjoy it. Water and sex go together like ham and eggs.” Our conversation had made both of us horny again. Lisa grasped my, by now once again rigid cock, gave it a couple of tugs, and said, “GAME ON BABE!!! Lead the way while I hang onto your precious prick.” I told Lisa that for being such a good sport, when we got out of the pool I would show her the interior of my storm shelter. That seemed to delight her because the installation of my storm shelter and the. While he had me down, with his thighs tightly straddled against my side, and crotch right below my chin, Mark grabbed my arms, and held them above my head. I squirmed and struggled, but Patrick grabbed my hair and slapped my face, advising me to shut-up and be a good “pup”. Rob, with his sharpie, started on my face, giving me a black nose and whiskers, then the word “Spot” was written on my forehead. I became furious, and almost started to whimper. Patrick told Rob to mark my tie, in case I.