He loved me; they both did. Stupid fucking tourists always wanted love, as much as sex, just so they could feel good about themselves, probably. I did...'t care.I lifted my head, holding my open mouth over the ruddy tip and letting the spit and precum drip from my bruised lips. I worked my small hand up and down, keeping him wet and slippery so we could do it again. I played with his balls, rubbed my fingers beneath and tickled his virgin sphincter. I did everything I could think of to make him. The way she was getting turned on again. She finally realized she had stopped dead in her tracks at the front of the room, just staring at him. Feeling her face burn, Alley scampered off to her seat. "Good afternoon, Miss Harper," he said easily, with a knowing little smile. Alley cleared her throat and smiled nervously. "Good afternoon, Mr. Roberts." He stared at her for a minute, before standing up and walking toward her with her test. As he approached her desk, she couldn't help but. .. He pushes his cock deep in my throat and holds it there and then tells me now slut you will take your panties off so I can fuck that cunt lean over the desk and spread your legs like a good slut he pulled out slow I take a deep breath and stumble to my feet my legs and body are trembling with desire ....I start to lift my skirt and pull down my panties but he moves over and rips them off me he pushes me down on the desk and tells me I was to slow that now he is going to fuck me in the ass. Slightly distraught, you decide to carry on, wary of this strange happening. After a while, when nothing else has taken place, you decide that it was just due to you taking a wrong turn. You were also tired from a long day of walking through the beautiful countryside.Moments later, you realised that it was already getting dark. Was there time to get home, you wondered. Figuring that it couldn't be that bad, you decided to climb up a tree and soon, you fall asleep.The next morning, when it was.