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  • To make things infinitely worse she had by instinct pushed her hand down to cover her poor sex in some misguided attempt to prevent it from harm. Maria and a number of others sitting close saw where she had placed her hand, Ronja's face turned crimson, they knew where she had placed her hand. Suddenly the pain was there again, with her hand there the feeling was suddenly more familiar. The thing causing the pain was electrical jolts, there was no mistake of what it was when it also hit her fingers. It must be the innocent looking panties from the bondage gear that gave the jolts. Ronja scrambled up from the chair. "Sorry for disturbing the lesson, but I have these sudden painful cramps in my stomach. I think I need to visit the school nurse," Ronja said. "By all means, go ahead," the teacher said. Ronja did not want to look at anyone as she fled the classroom. On the way out she was hit by two more electrical jolts. She did her best to keep her face straight. When the door had closed behind her Ronja could not stand it anymore and took advantage of the corridor being empty. She literally ripped her skirt up and pulled down the panties that was tormenting her so. The panties got stuck on her shoes and she had to suffer another jolt before she was free from them, at least now the electrical spark hit her fingers and foot instead of her poor sex. You suck and lick my cock as it hardens in your mouth. “I have wanted to fuck this hole since you bent over and shoved your fingers up it for the boys. He hadn’t planned it, it just popped out. Then the MILF's bowels rippled about my dick, milking me. No chairs to be seen, for whatever reason. “Fine, it was a good night, I made a hundred bucks,” she said. He did, then told me to go and sit on the fence at the bottom of the garden for 30 minutes as a punishment for being so persistent with my pleading. Too late he remembered he had no place to blow his load. Can you come to the station house tomorrow afternoon?” The knocking/pounding on the front door had stopped. “So, I let him, because I wanted to make him happy.” Yeong sighed. My incestuous daughter grew in me. Daddy had started his third generation.