My hips arched up under him and he just laughed. “You just love it rough don’t you?” I couldn’t do anything more than nod. I could see from th...e wicked gleam in his eyes he had some ideas about that. Who was he? I wondered. Then he pressed his hard jean-encased bulge against me and I wondered nothing. All thoughts fled my mind as I felt that hard cock press against me.Pinching my nipples, he shook his head at me as my hands came down to grip his shoulders. Looking around my room he grabbed a. My eyes went from item to item. I was looking at anything that looked as if it was the right size. I saw my shaving cream can with its rounded cap; it looked like it may work, but still it wasn't anywhere as long as he was. I stared at the can, not wanting to stop playing with myself, instead wanting to will it off the counter and into the tub with me."FUCK, FUCK!" I yelled out, as I had to stop get up and step out of the tub to grab the can. All the time I was out of the tub I kept saying. Stephanie told Samantha that she wasfine, and that Sam could head on home. Stephanie said she was just going togo to bed and hope things cleared up in the morning. The two girls hugged,and Samantha then got in her car and headed home.As Stephanie stepped into her apartment she could tell something was notright. Even though it was dark, she could tell there was somebody sittingon her sofa."Don't worry, it's me - James."Stephanie screamed just ever so slightly from being startled. "How did. There was an awful silence. I had failed to observe the submissive's code. I had proved to be a wimp. Hazel said that her co-partner the French girl would allow me a five-minute respite, then start the punishment again from the very beginning, twenty strokes, but twice as hard. She counselled me "not to interrupt the French girl like you did me, my dear. You must go through with it".Mademoiselle Annette, a pretty, dark-haired girl in her early twenties, was keenly appreciative of the humorous.