She smiled wickedly. She knew who was in control here. “This is round one of your punishment,” she said, toying with his frustrated p***s very lightly. “It looks like you can’t control your c**k, so it’s our job to do it for you. You’re obviously a compulsive masturbator. Yes, I know all about your little escapade in the bleachers. The cheerleaders let you come this afternoon, and that still wasn’t enough. Now, let’s see how well you do. Girls, who wants some slow m**********n practice?”
“I do! I do!” There were numerous volunteers, and Tabitha picked two: Donna, a dark blonde in sorority T-shirt and cut-off jeans, a sly, cruel smile, long legs and jiggling t**s, and Buffy, a haughty upperclass redhead in a Fair Isle sweater and long slacks. They took their places on either side of their
