"Should I be punished for being such a naughty girl?"There was a hopeful thrill in her voice that told me what I should say."Yes, I think you should b...e punished." Do you think you should spank my naughty ass?"She continued to find new ways to shock me. I was thinking as fast as I could just to keep up with her."Bend over my lap!" I ordered.She obeyed my order eagerly, and I could feel her pubic hair as the very top of her pussy pressed painfully but thrillingly against my swollen dick, bent. We’ve got all these walls, and no real way to get to the other side. You can see a bit from a few of the windows in the rooms off that corridor, but nothing we haven’t already seen.”“Cool, cool. What about those trees?” he asks.“Are you insane?” I retort, “And also, are you a really extraordinary gymnast or something?”“Not really, but I’m relatively graceful.”That is true… But, “Be that as it may, have you ever tried to climb even a regular palm tree?”“No, actually.”“Well then, be my guest.”. "But they told Me to call it that! Ididn’t Want to do any of those nasty things!" My eyes were watering upand I know I was on the verge of losing it. What shehad said and begun to sink in and I began to question My entire being,who I was, or thought I was! "But the fact is YOU DID THEM! " Shemoved close and put both of her hands on my cheeks. She tilted My headup to look at hr again. "You used to wear Your Mothers panties and bradidn’t You Pussy? Now Your wearing panties again! Don’t blame. Ellen was fifteen and of course I was the youngest at fourteen.Stephanie made a lot of good suggestions for Ellen to pose. She made even more suggestions for me to capture the moment.Since we all knew that Ellen had sucked all of our cocks, Stephanie suggested that she do just that, which required us guys to strip too.Ellen made it perfectly clear that I was the only one that she would let fuck her pussy.Stephanie reminded them that she was the instructor and sometimes a model but that she was.