She was humiliated, debased, in pain, and as she felt her dog’s balls slap repeatedly against her pussy and clit, she wondered when it would all be ...ver. This may have been Buster’s first mating session, but by now he felt as if he had a handle of it. He had felt the supple young female tense her abdomen and thigh muscles and arch her back a moment ago, but now she remained still as he continued to bore deeper and deeper into her now well-lubricated pussy. What had seemed like such a chore at. "Madeleine gasped as he placed her hand against the rock- hardness of his prick and an uncontrollable tingle of excitement rippled through her. My God! Had she become that much of a slut that she couldn't control herself at the mere touch of a man's erect penis? What kind of bitch am I becoming... ? Her brain reeled, much as had the room itself only a few moments before... "P-Please... no..." she stammered, trying to pull her hand free and get to her feet, but he held her hand fast against the. He would wake up to find his undies/payjamas wet with a slimy gooey fluid. This would leave him with a feeling of shame and fear. Since he was to shy to discuss it with anyone he kept his ?night falls? a secret to himself. Only a few years earlier he had discovered the act of masterbutation , quite accidentally, when he came violently rubbing his penis against pillows when he had an early morning erection. This ?unearthing? further increased his sense of guilt and embarrassment. He would resort. Last stall on the left." My mind is racing, wondering what she is up to, as I push the stall door open. She is sitting on the small dressing room bench that is part of the shower room. Her legs are spread wide, one perched on the bench. One hand is holding a very hard tit, squeezing, pulling. Her other hand is buried between her legs...two fingers pounding her pussy. "Don't stand there! Bring your cock over here. I want to make it hard!" In two steps, I was in front of her. In one swift.