He doesn’t cut her shoes off. Instead, he undoes them so that she can step out. Without words, she bends, slips to the floor. Her buttocks resting o... her calves, thighs spread, breasts presented forward and hands clasped behind. His crop tickles her chin and she lowers her head.“Kneel up” he breathes in her ear. Just his voice and she wants him, needs him, to spear her in her secret places, to give her the pain and subjugation she wants, deserves, needs.He binds her with a rope. First over her. He was a very good looking man, tall with dark features. I could imagine a muscley body underneath his clothes although I had never seen proof. He had dark hair and always a messy stubble look. We took our seats in the class, Claire down the front far away from me and Amanda. Being arranged in alphabetical order really sucked. Claire Cunningham was a mile away from Amanda Richards and me, Kelsey Rourke. We sat up the back of the class painting our nails, going for a deep purple today to. "AAWW, AAAWWWW, AAAAAWWWW," Istarted to moan. These weren't like the mid-blowjob moans that weremuffled cries in the hope the guy would stop cumming in my mouth. No,these were moans of enjoyment. Uncontrollable moans that I couldn't stop,subdue or hide in anyway. Any on lookers could tell I was enjoying beingfucked and that just intensified the humiliation.After a couple of minutes of this guy, whom I still haven't learnt thename of, fucking me as deep as he could go, he starts building his. She sat me onthe edge of the padded table and removed my pink sneakers first, thenpushed me onto my back. She ripped my baby panties down and off, snortingwith annoyance when she saw they glistened with urine inside. She didn'tbother scolding me when she unpinned my drenched diapers and dumped themin the nappy bucket. She shook her head and clucked her tongue inirritation several times, but didn't say a word. Aunty June wiped me downfront and back, making sure to scrub away every trace of.