"That's better Emma, but don't forget, if you don't follow the rules, there will be different kinds of consequences . . . something like this." I immediately cupped and squeezed her shoulders. Gently I slid both hands down to her chest and over her firm flushed and swollen breasts, one by one, gently squeezing them and caressing them with the tips of my fingers. She wore a thin bra underneath, but I was able to trace a spiral circle around each breast, from the base to the tip of each hard throbbing nipple . spanking . . pinching them between my finger and thumb . . . rolling them back and forth eliciting gasp after gasp from between Emma's lips as I flicked the tip of my tongue into her cute little ear. I elected not to plant a kiss on those young teen lips . . . at least not today. I felt her nipples begin to grow as I gently pinched them harder. This girl was going to be lots of fun. I stopped suddenly and turned her around. "Now young lady, I want you to remember to bring your leotard to class tomorrow and anal get ready for lots of exercises. And one more thing, from now on, leave your bra at home or in your bag. I want to be able to touch your naked titties whenever I want to . . . and don't forget rule number Hardcore two, 'You will always do what I ask you to, in order to get credit for this class', Ok?" She looked BDSM up at me and said, "Yes". She turned around, grabbed her bag and left the gym. As soon as she was out of sight, I pulled down my sweat pants and shorts and savagely grabbed my throbbing cock. I knew it would only be seconds before I shot oral my load . . . literally all across the room. Day Two: Gymnastics, Leotards and Naughty Exercises "Hi Daddy, what are we going to do today?" was how Emma greeted me the next day. I had talked to the principal about teaching the social studies class and also if it would be alright if Emma could get credit for gym. “Well then maybe spanking we can come to an agreement. When she moved away and while the song Hardcore was ending I took your hand and put it on top of my crotch so you could feel that what she whispered to you was the truth. She asked, wiping the spit from her face. Nothing like a week’s abstinence to lift the libido he thought as he felt his tumescence under the thin oral layer of soap. Meals out on the beach, or anal a pier, or some restaurant overlooking everything. His sister almost smiled. They both work afternoons." If I didn't strike BDSM the naga—if I didn't land a blow that would kill the naga—she would squeeze. As I got closer, Kimmie and my eyes locked onto one another. “Hold on” he said pushing my shoulders gently “I want to try too” After half an hour of waiting, they heard noises in the bushes behind them and turned around to see their father and brother walking back.