So I held Reddy’s hand and pulled him away from the policeman. I could feel that Reddy was a bit tensed and worried.Looking at me, Reddy took a step...back. The policeman again stood in front of me, and he got courageous now. He then brought the baton further down, and he pressed the baton deep against my boobs.I let out a sigh “Aahhhh,” as he pressed the baton right on my nipple through my kurti. I looked at Reddy and assured him that it’s alright. So far. The policeman then looked at me as he. "I obediently roll over and get onto all fours I felt so slutty and cheap waiting on all fours to be fucked. I feel my dress being pushed further up over my arse and my G-string being pulled out of my crack he holds it to one side and feel the tip of his wet cock against my hole. He spreads my cheeks with his hands and tries to force his way in it hurts a little as I feel the tip enter me."Push out," he says "like you are trying to fart."I do as he commands and feel the pain as more of him. “Oh. Well she was pretty good. Couldn’t deepthroat me, but she squirted like a fire hose. Her pussy was tight, and her ass was spectacular. It definitely helps makes up for anything she lacks in the breast department.”Was I really having a conversation with my mom about how good of a fuck my teacher, who was her best friend, was? What even is my life now?“Did you know she’s bi, and in an open relationship?” I asked.“Of course, with the guidance counsellor at your school.”“Wait, you knew?!” I. By the way, your mother has a very keen sense of smell. It might not be a good idea to parade girls by her, after the two of you have been intimate." Do you mean Shirley? She and I didn't do anything more than kiss, and a little bit of touching above the waist." Really? Your mother was certain she smelled a lot more than simple touching on the two of you." I smelled it too, but that's all it was. Shirley hasn't ever done anything before. Last night was her first French kiss." I'll let your.