The scenes of extreme torture depicted in this story must not be repeated, even with consent?Emeraude was really pleased, as the party seemed to be on...a right path? no, it was not the fact of having a successful party, those parties were a common event. Every month during the school year and every two weeks on vacations her house greeted to all the friends she had made into the world BDSM circles. This party in particular pleased her so much because of the amount of new faces she could see from. Tom slammed his cock into me without warning. He fucked me deep and fast, until I felt I was going to explode – and then pulled out. “Come now, little slut," he ordered, fondling my pussy with his hand. I let go, used his hand as the road to paradise and felt the wave break and wash over me. My orgasm was strong, desperate, terrifying, and wonderful; it made me wail, feel like I was going to drown in it and like there was nothing else in the world. Warm wetness ran down my legs. I realised that. But he was a good person, and Iam not surprised he stopped to help you. I am sure Mark would be happyto see you up and about, and would want nothing more than to see youable to get on with your life." I couldn't help feeling the irony of that statement, and not trustingmy self to reply, I gave her a hug instead, and taking Allison's mom'shand, left the cafeteria, and asked her to take me home. Once there,she helped me out of my church clothes and helped me change intosomething much more casual. "A birth control pill, yeah," I told him. "Come on, let's make out. You're dick's not even hard anymore." Oh." He looked down. "If we don't kiss though ... How do we make out?" What?" I grabbed him by the shoulders. "The same way everybody does, silly. Turn around ... more ... more ... all the way!" Ummm..." You better let me get on top," I told him and I knew Jimmy had been lying about making out with his girlfriend. He had no idea what we were doing."What are you doing?" he wondered, now that.