She closes her eyes tight and whimpers softly behind the gag. Beads of sweat begin to trickle down her body. After a brief and painful rest, she regai...s enough strength to point her toes again and relieve the pressure between her thighs, but only for a few minutes before she must straddle the board again. It takes much longer for her to summon enough strength to rise a third time, thus repeating the excruciating cycle of pain, fatigue, and then more pain. You are impressed with her endurance. His first touch on my pussy sent a jolt of electricity through my body to the extent that I immediately felt more wetness ooze out of my pussy. “Oh uncle,” I moaned out.“Yes Sweta,” he replied as his fingers traced all over my pussy lips. “What are you doing uncle?” I asked as I struggled desperately with my urge to close my legs. But I resisted, as uncle studied my pussy and ass very closely, with his face mere inches away from them.“I am studying and memorizing every hair, every fold, every. “You’re positive this will work?” she asked nervously.Seeing that Jodi had joined the group, Matt asked if she thought his idea would work. “Absolutely. He used the drug on my boyfriend and some of his buddies. When we left, my boyfriend and the buddies that he had let rape me several times were busy fucking each other in the ass,” she giggled.“Won’t he be angry about you and me being together?” Aimee asked Matt.“He’ll be livid, but he won’t be able to do anything about it. He won’t even be. " To say I didn't play sports was really an understatement -- I'd have gotten creamed. I always hated playing rough, and hated getting dirty at all; I guess you could say I was a bit prissy. Add to that the fact that I was quite sensitive and wore my straight blonde hair down to my shoulders, and I think you can see why all the rest of the k**s at school teased me about being a girl.My mom poured me a cup of tea to calm me down, and gave me a cookie. I was a senior in high school, but she still.