She also asked me to send the lingerie on ahead by post, but to triple wrap it because the postman in her small town was nosy. I did this willingly. A...couple of days later she sent me some pictures via WhatsApp. One, in particular, was stunning. I had bought her a red silk thong, I wasn’t sure if she would like it. I needn’t have worried, she said it was her favourite item of the lot. Because she had shaved her pussy the silk material gave her a very prominent cameltoe. As soon as I saw it I. "Ahhh, Arno ist das geil," stöhnte ich, "das ist fast geiler als die Fotze, so ennnggg.“"Dann fick sie doch," lachte Arno und wichste dabei seinen eigenen Schwanz steif. Dann wird Stina wohl zwei Arschficks bekommen, dachte ich und begann, das Mädchen immer härter zu stoßen. Mit der flachen Hand schlug ich auf den Prachtarsch ein, dass es nur so klatschte. Dann bäumte sich Stina plötzlich auf und schrie. "Scheiße!“ fluchte ich, fickte aber weiter in ihr Arschloch. Arno war geistesgegenwärtig. *** The meager morning light falling through the tiny cellar window revealed Thomas to Rosa. He was skin and bones, covered in tattered rags. Her own clothes weren’t much better than his. A ragged cut ran across the front of her dress. She had tried to tie it together somewhat, but her makeshift top didn’t conceal the bruises on her ribs, nor her hips. She felt the dried blood and semen on her face and in her hair. It disgusted her. She didn’t want to think about what happened to her anymore. All she was interested in was checking whether my uniform complied with the school's dress code. So I pouted my lipstick smeared stingy-bee lips and fluttered my mascara dipped eyelashes and closed my eyes so she could admire my copper glint eye-shadow and even tried lowering my gaze and clasping my hands together in front of my sodden-cuntedness whilst I rotated my body and my right foot back and forth in a display of pure, unadulterated teen-angel innocence. All of which might have worked if.