Send to Kindle. Dr Henderson-Smith was giving it some beef. His bristly face tickled my tender flesh and I came hard on the floor, gripping the wood of the horse so hard I left nailmarks. The nerves of the car journey returned, and the feeling I shouldn't really be there, and that this was all a bit too quick, and had I given him some suggestion he could fuck me? Three of the six teenagers wore no shirt so were totally naked bent over obediently with their tight cotton shorts in a puddle at their feet. Mrs Williamson had prepared a splendid high tea, her way of saying 'thank you' for my having rescued Billy from the blackmailers.
The farmer looked at his son with both admiration and loathing.
You need a darn good spanking. The stroke had landed a quarter of an inch below the first. Yet, the schoolmaster so clearly wanted him.
Alistair clutched the chair and placed it in the centre of the room.