I licked on of her nipples as she let out a soft moan. I then proceeded to put one of her nipples in my mouth and started sucking. The milk was flowin... in my mouth. I gagged a little, as I wasn’t thinking so much was going to come out. She moaned louder. ‘Suck them harder.’ I sucked harder, she moaned louder. I reached my hand up her skirt, feeling her panties getting wet. I slid her panties to the side, and stuck my finger into her pussy. I rubbed her clit harder and harder and she got wetter. Now everything had changed... or so it felt. Yes he would still graduate and go to college, but nothing at home would ever be the same. He could no longer look at his mother without thinking of her with her lover. And, he had now concluded that he was in fact her lover and that it wasn't a one-time thing. For all of his life he had seen her as his mother first and a woman second. Now he saw her as a woman first and his mother second... a woman that he now dreamed about every night and felt. Frankie began fucking me deeper with the object lodged deeply inside my box, as the hot wax hit my raw lips over and over. Frankie pressed the object in a bit further and lodged it in place. My lips were spread apart and I felt my inner muscles stretched apart as well. Each of them climbed onto the bed and knelt around my head and started jacking off their cocks as I squeezed my pussy together. I began taunting them by saying "come guys stroke those cocks" as each had a firm gripe around their. I begged him to stop because he was hurting me but he just squeezed my neck harder and fucked me with more fury. At some point I was unable to breath and passed out. — I was starting to regain my senses, my neck and my ass felt sore, and I realised that I couldn’t move my arms or my legs, they were tied! I was in pain, inside and out. I could feel my pussy all sore. Andy had raped me. My boyfriend, my love had hit me, chocked me and raped me. I cried. I was alone and I cried all I could because.