Miss Marshall flicked the martinet, smiling once more as Sarah jerked her bottom in, screeching with the agony of having the tips scour her flesh. "Pl...ease Miss. I'll be good, I'll be good," Sarah wept, doing a little dance as she tried absorbing the pain sweeping into her.Starring into Sarah's eyes, Miss Marshall flicked the martinet low to aim it between her parted thighs and strike close to her little cunt.Sarah wailed and shook, tears dripping onto the hands that held the rail as her legs. She pushed the 20th floor button, the doors closed, and the elevator descended.Sam ventured, "Would you care to have dinner with us tonight? We are making pasta for dinner – nothing fancy, but the sauce will be homemade and is the best I have ever had."Greg politely declined, "No, thank you for the invitation. We have reserved today for making our own special memories. Perhaps another night." Sounds good," Sam conceded. "If you change your mind, we eat about 7, and we are in apartment 3045. You. Ben filled my mouth with spurt after spurt of his sweet cum. I let it fill my mouth until it was about to run down my chin and then I opened my throat and let it all slide into me.I finally released Ben’s cock from my mouth, and sat back gasping for air. I looked over at Cindy and said I’m sorry Cindy, I didn’t realize I could get excited by sucking on a cock.” Cindy told me that she loved watching me suck a cock and that she had cum four times while I was sucking Ben’s cock. She also said that. "Jane looked like a child who had been caught stealing candy,and she was clearly about to cry.I wanted to reassure her that it was OK, so I closed thespace between us and kneeled down beside her chair, pullingher into my arms in a comforting embrace. I could feel herkind of shaking in my arms, and her breathing was ragged andrapid. I'm sure that this was because of the combination ofthe sexual stimulation and the embarrassment. I let her belike that for a few minutes, massaging the back of her.