That was a huge pain for me. He pulled me down towards his chest, limited my movements. He also started inserting his finger into my asshole while I w...s over him. His fingers started exploring my anus continuously. I could feel that he is trying to stretch my anal.With one hand he is holding my upper body towards his upper body and fucking me. All of a sudden, I started to feel, that it was not my uncle’s fingers, but another person. It hit me in a second that it was my dad. Before I could do. I noticed her look turn smug smile in my direction ( wonder what that's all about ); the instructor, James something-or-other ( we are to call him 'Sir' ), shot a glance at me too ... a strange look, like a challenge.Jan 17, 2007Dear Diary,Now I know what Mummy meant when she told me I'd better mind my dance teacher. It's been four Saturday sessions so far and Sir has been downright mean to me ... always pushing me to try harder and stretch until it hurts.Last week I even 'sassed him back' as. She was hauled over the horse's back and propped against a tree. A few minutes later, a small campfire burned and she saw the man moving about the little clearing in a copse of small trees. He had removed his helm, and she watched until he turned to look upon her. His face was alarmingly handsome and fair. Short-cropped blond hair crowned his head and watery blue eyes peered at her.He once again spoke a dark word and she felt her arms and legs again, and could move her head. "Do not try to. She had a pair of gold framed aviators stuffed into her hair like much like a princess might wear a bejeweled tiara. Her pile of shit matte black RX-7 was parked out front. She stood there chewing gum, looking up at me with one arched eyebrow, much like a bored teenager. "Got it in one genius. Right, this, this right here is a one off thing do not get used to it!" "What the hell are you talking about Lisa, you come banging on my door at..." Lisa cut me off quick smart. "Shut up! Okay, this.