He started making his lovely moves. In between, he would put some water on our bodies. The water excited us even further. Finally, he came on my butt....Then we washed ourselves in real sense and ready to move out.Well, the second cousin whom I am talking about is just of opposite nature of the first one. He is little naughty and is my paternal cousin. It was he who had made the first move, which I am going to talk about here. He was also of almost the same age as I. He was one of those. She stood then and came to me. Taking the end of the belt in her hand she led me not to the bed but to the wall. She pushed me so my back was against it and kissed first my mouth then my neck, then my breasts. I was a bit surprised when she pulled the top of my nightdress back up, covering my tits and easing the straps onto my shoulders. “Sometimes I like to fuck you like this, clothed or partially, standing up, like you’re a whore who has taken me down a back alley.” She grinned then, “Like I. She starts crying because she’s so embarrassed, that Sasha saw her masturbating to her having sex with someone else. She finally makes it back to the inn, and stumbles in the door, through the dining room and up the stairs and throws herself on her bed and keeps sobbing.Sasha tosses Jamie off her, and hurriedly gets dressed. She thanks Jamie for a good time and hands her a few coins as tip. She runs out the door and down to the inn. She heads up the stairs, and bursts into their shared room.. Not over-strong, but constant, insistent. There was no point resisting. I did not want to resist anyway. I *wanted* him to take me.But even the lightest pressure, the slightest push into me caused the clamps to swing under their weight; lancing fire of pain through my tits.Ahhhhhh.... I relaxed.... he filled me slowly. Finally, deep inside me, Sir started to rock. Out a little, in a little. Oh no! This caused the clamps to bounce! It was hurting so much. But I was so very very filled. It was so.