'Where are you taking me?' the timourous voice of Kate was heard.

'To be dressed, my dear, as a young lady should be. What else?' came the reply of Miss Martin. Their slow footsteps retreated, but even so Bella jumped up from her bed, saying accusingly, 'You see!' Then, 'OH!' she ejaculated at the first sight of Easton's up-prodding tool which he had furtively succeeded in exposing.

Easton was by then rampant. His penis, extending upwards a full nine inches, looked thicker to her bleary sight man the handle of a sturdy rake. Unable to dart aside, Bella found herself amourously pressed against the wall with his prick urging between the stockinged tops of her thighs.

'Give it to me! Open your legs more', Easton groaned.

'It is naughty', moaned Bella, her exposed breasts orbing against his shirtfront.

'You will leave your door unlocked tonight, Bella, you hear me', commanded Easton, urging his stiff penis back and forth between the silky columns of flesh.

Bella seemed about to faint. Her knees sagged, her eyes rolled again. Crossing his wrists behind her, Easton plunged his hands into the rear vent of her drawers and cupped as much as he could of the rearing cheeks of her bum.

'WHOOOO!' Bella gasped. His swollen crest was rubbing under her hairy thatch, giving her a sickly-sweet feeling of desire.

'Or I shall birch you, Bella, and then I shall plough your cunt at last', growled Easton.

'Mmmmm…!' she hummed throatily. Her legs stiffened and edged apart, her bottom bumping his knuckles against the flowered wallpaper.

'Birch you, Bella, and sperm you, as I should', she heard, then felt him quiver mightily, and in that moment their mouths clamped hungrily together, tongues lashing, as with irrepressible shudders Easton loosed his first jets of come which spattered her frothy bush and bubbled thickly under her warm cunny while his insensate gaspings flooded her mouth.