The steady rhythm built and built, and the depth of the thrusts increased. Jen was having problems breathing, each thrust pushed her stomach against t...e horse crushing her against it and, as she gasped for breath inside the hot and stinking hood, the material and lumps of vomit were sucked into her mouth, half choking her. But there was nothing she could do to fight it, she’d been beaten, broken by the whipping, and, even if she’d wanted to struggle, firm hands gripping her hips and the collar. I was totally turned on looking at his favorites, but my primary goal was to see and learn to do it for him. I learned alot more about giving excellent head. Studied on how to deepthroat that monster. lol Then I came onto streching and I hit gold. I knew if I could show him I could take it, he would give it to me.I broke my hymen the first day, that hurt, but I was determined so I kept going. I had moms smallest dildo and it wouldn't fit. April wanted to help and was trying to push it inside. Ambulances must be on the way. They would be too late. I knew it. Mistress Morgan had run back inside because a few of the younger kids were still inside the inferno that was once our home. She had always treated me like a normal person, despite all my—features. I guess she just looked past them at what was underneath. I had graduated high school a couple years ago and was going to the state university on a literary scholarship. But still, she never brought up my looks, or asked why I didn’t. He was a more than able surgeon, besides being an excellent physician; there were many men alive in the battalion who owed their lives to his skills. Although generally affable he was also rather solitary, and he kept himself somewhat detached from the rest of the officers, spending much of his time in his surgery, where he conducted experiments and concocted medicines. His demeanour, and grave expression, gave him the appearance of an ascetic, and as far as the other members of the Mess were.