She started to comb her silky hair with fingers of both hands. While doing so, she raised her hands above. She was showing front part of her body and ...rm-pits. But I could not dare to do otherwise, stood up and started to move out of the room. Meantime, I looked at her face. “Going?” she spoke in a deep voice. Her expression seemed to request me a longer stay. Expressions on her face showed that she was trying to say me not to go anywhere that night. Unknowingly, my legs moved towards her. I. By the time I got there, all the year eight girls had gone, and so I was alone in the changing rooms. I went to my locker and got my things out and put them on the bench and was about to undress and go into the shower area when I heard the outer double doors at the other end of the changing rooms bang shut, and then the internal door open. I looked up to see a dark-haired guy, aged in his mid to late thirties, wearing overalls and carrying a large toolbox in one hand and what seemed to be a. "still hurt little one" His voice surprisingly gentle. His mind casting back to the sharp knife that had held her breast high, piercing her flesh as He had forced a dildo between her parted lips, masturbating violently as she gagged on the large toy.Her response to this simple question would, she knew set the tone for the evening. To reply that yes it still hurt would push Him to punish the wound more. Creating deep within her true searing pain. To reply no, she pondered the result, realising. She had a king size bed and everything was lit with hidden lighting that cast a deep red hue on things. There were two lamps beside the bed, but they were not lit."Do you want me to strip for you, or do you want to undress me?" Undressing you would be too hard for me to resist sticking my face in places I shouldn't right now." I said. "Let's watch each other."We both didn't resort to any silly dances in taking off our clothes, but we did sort of orchestrate the deed. When we were done she.