This was good. This was the rule in these circumstances. Girls in Abi’s situation could always expect several beatings during their time in the puni...hment room and as knickers would be speedily removed the girl was expected to leave them in her room to save time. I reached over her shoulder and undid the buttons on her blouse. She had ignored one of the rules; her breasts were encased in a white lacy bra as I known since she had first entered the room.Without a word, I grabbed her by the hair. As I turn round and face away he suddenly pins me back to the bed,Forcing me into the mattress I can feel his weight on me and his hard cock wet from him taking my mouth rubbing against me, he tells me I'm his now that once he's finished all I will think about is pleasing daddy.He start to finger my hole his rough fingers forcing there way in he keeps going as I try to move and struggle but unable to stop him till he get two then three fingers in me me, I know what's coming it's what I've been. 1985. What an amazing year. If it had a pulse, I fucked it. Man, woman, beast. It didn’t matter. If I could have combined the efforts of each one of these species into one huge fuckfest, I would have. I cringe writing these words. One person in my life knows about my closet. He is my ex-husband, and a large part of that closet. He has rummaged through it, and been horrified by it for the most part. Out of love, once upon a time, he closed and barricaded the door, so that nothing accidentally. ...this is all very interesting to me - I was at one sense appalled and on the other obsessed to see if Coach Tim was not all we thought he was -- did he have a dark side? a very dark side?? -- I could not believe it!I drove by the street they parked on and turned around, I had to see what was going on but was so nervous to be seen - I had never done anything like this, I felt like James Bond. I snuck out of my car and around some trees and behind the half built house they were parked near. I.