I was nothing for him. And I loved this. I loved this deep down in my soul.He turned me and tied my hands behind my back with the leftovers of my baby...oll. Then turning me again, he slapped me hard and pushed me to the bed. Finally, the moment I have been waiting so much was coming. He spread my legs roughly and climbed to the bed. The tip of his hard cock was at the entry of my pussy. Then with just a single stroke he was all the way in. His crotch banged to my clitoris. He was finally in me!. ” “Yes, Miss,” I replied. “Are you really not wearing any knickers?” “What impertinence!” she cried, “I said , ‘just in case she isn’t wearing any knickers.’ Of course, I’m wearing knickers now. At least I think I am.” She lifted up her dress just to check and I got an eyeful of pink floral cotton knickers pulled tight over her pubic mound. “There you go again! Now you’ll have to write it out two hundred times. Do you remember what I taught you in maths class about exponential curves?” “You’ve. “Now get started. I’m going to try to hold off cominguntil you do.”Wendell didn’t move until he heard Joan sobbing andsaying, “Do it, Wendell! Please. It feels awful. Pleasefinish fast.”Wendell started moving in and out of her slowly. Hedidn’t feel excited, but her tight muscles clenchedaround him kept him aroused. He didn’t feel like hecould come. Joan couldn’t stop crying except when shewas gasping or making terrible sounds of pain. After. I was the only child of my parents. I was 19 years old studying in a government college. My father had some inherited land and was doing agriculture in it. He was 47 years old.My mother was a housewife 44 years old. Even though she is in her 40s she does strenuous work. So she maintained a great figure with fair skin. Ours was a middle-class family. Our house was far from the village. An isolated one except for a small house near 100 meters, surrounded by wasteland.My father was a typical.