Again it was crude and quick, and as I watched his ass rise and fall, I started to continue where I left off, only to be disappointed, as he stopped a...d just lay on top of her.He had ejaculated inside her, before eventually getting up and using her dress, wiped himself off and tucked himself back inside his pants.As I surveyed and looked around for my friends, I caught a flash, it was him taking photographs with his phone, then standing over her, he dialed a number and started talking, laughing. I excused myself from my friends and told them I would call themthe next day. On our way out to the limo, we passed several of our teachers,in which case he would pull me tight and kiss me deeply as we strolled by theold whores. At school, this would have been way too taboo and we both wouldhave suffered the wrath of detention, but instead we both relished in the opportunity. As soon as we were out of the hall, Brad was all over me. I asked how muchhe had drunk since leaving me, to which he. I suspected I could get that last number higher, but it was a matter of muscle tone, not willpower and I had already used a substantial part of the summer. After so many weeks of pleasure training it was a treat for my sadistic side to put her through avoidance therapy. One morning she found herself tied tightly, bound in one of the many positions that her immature fantasies had anticipated would be used for fucking, for pain, or for humiliation. But she was to be used for none of those. “I’ve been dreaming of taking your tight ass again ever since I rammed my cock into your rear fuck hole.”“Sweet memory,” Jamil agree, as he picked up another rope. Before he began to tie, he yanked my legs further apart so until it felt like he was going to rip me in too.“Oh, god, please don’t. My legs don’t stretch that far. Please, please, let me go, and I’ll pay you a thousand dollars.” I didn’t know where I’d get a $1000 without my husband finding out about it, but I’d find a way.“Shut up,.