Grace smiled contentedly.“Evidence of masturbation without permission no doubt. Disobedient sissies who do so are caned by their respective Head-Gi...rl, caged for one week and caned each day for that week; this sissy is waiting by matron’s office; she’ll have a final caning from her and her pathetic dick will be released. The irony of the punishment is she’ll be aching to come after a week of canings, so Matron will take her to Mistress Bow’s office and she’ll be made to masturbate before her. With the eight known walk-ons, the light recruitment and the known returnees he had 74. Some teams in other NCAA divisions would carry that many. He hoped to dress 54 on the road and 60 at home. It was the first time that he was afraid of embarrassment. He took the team late with virtually no time to recruit on his own, not knowing that Sherm Woodard saw the writing on the wall and had recruited only from the top echelon. He hadn't beat the bushes for the sleepers. Only the fact that unless. I want to fuck your arse". We had spoke about anal sex and yes I had done it before with my husband and enjoyed it but this guy’s cock was a lot larger than my husbands and the thought was scary but very tempting at the same time. I thought to myself, 'what the heck. This might be the only chance to get wide nine-inch cock in my arse', so I said, "I would love that". I knelt up in front of his face and started to rub my clit his big cock was solid it seemed harder than the first time. I was. The small door behind me looked like a bathroom door, and it was. I didn't turn on the light – bathrooms have mirrors, and I desperately didn't want to see myself. I fumbled for the toilet seat, lifted it, undid my jeans, and pushed them down. Steadying myself on the wall, I sat, and let flow.My pee smelled and stung. I peed a lot. Dehydration. Drink water dummy.And then I was like, Why? I was supposed to be dead. Peace and quiet and dead. Why couldn't I be dead? I couldn't even kill myself.