She walked very carefully with her cute naked breasts on the thick plush rub. One time, early on in her training, before the whippings and electricity...and the dogs and the pigs and horses, Trisha had tripped while carrying the tray. She will never ever forget that day. Mr. Frank does not anger easily, and he almost never loses it, so the dropped tray did not upset him. He even knelt next to the naked girl and helped her to retrieve the spilled items. ??? ? ?"I am not angry, Trisha," had said. A few months later, that included having sex. She even 'experimented' with some drugs, right there in her room!As a result, I was treated like a prisoner, even before I'd made it to high school.What really hurt me the most was my parents' automatic distrust of me. They searched my room constantly. They monitored my phone calls, and implemented a strict curfew. They did drug testing on me regularly during the school year, and at least twice during summer months. I was, in effect, their prisoner.. She then rode him like someone possessed until, after about a minute or so, Tim shuddered in what was a violent orgasm and he spurted what must have been string after string of cum into her willing pussy. When he'd finished she climbed off him and leant down and kissed his cock and said thank you! She then climbed on me, eased my cock into her overflowing pussy and lay down on top of me to kiss me whilst I fucked her for all I was worth. I suddenly came in what was for me a fantastic orgasm.. Certainly if he fucked my cunt within the next hour I’d hardly be able to feel him inside me. Max had decided that I loved sexual pain. And I guess he’s right. His four fingers inside me had felt hugh. They did this time too. But then he kept pushing, trying to get his knuckles and thumb in. I’d been fisted by a man once with a small hand. It was like Max’s four fingers. The pressure made tears come to my eyes. I meant to scream but all I did was moan and have another one of my.