..." his voice had such a gentle, sweet tone, eventhough his demands horrified me. "But tell me more! Tell me HOW it hurts, tell me where in your bod... you feel me..." my thoughts were racing through my head, thinking about how to describe the terrible sensations rushing through my body. I couldn't find the words. through the sobbing I stammered inaudible sounds, the sharp pain interrupting any thought I had each time he thrusted into me. "I'll slow down if you tell me something exciting..." he. It was like an old friend.After a short amount of surfing, she settled on watching a black guy with a monster cock fucking a tiny teen. She was in the mood. She didn’t really think about it but she was only just out of her teens herself. Twenty last birthday. Not sure she could envisage herself taking that size of weapon in her pussy. She was more about finesse that length as she was quite petite herself. Not that it should matter but she just wanted to be comfortable. It was getting to. Juice flowed down her fingers, pooled in her palm and dripped onto the floor. Petra writhed on the bed, wordless cries escaping her lips and a beatific expression on her face.Petra didn't stay that way for long, once she had caught her breath; she sat up and looked into Elaine's eyes."Anything else I can do for you, Miss?"Petra's eyes pointedly flickered down to Elaine's belt and her soft grey linen trousers."Yes Petra, I'm stressed after my journey down and I want my cunt eaten."Elaine. One final statement. The walk was a long one, from one side of the building to the other. Along corridors, up stairs, down stairs. The ankle chains did not restrict Chris’s movement to a great extent, but without use of his arms, for balance, he took the stairs gingerly. I didn’t rush him. We were early. It was a walk taken in total silence, which was always the way unless the boy had something to say. Just my boots, and his chains on the concrete. I placed a hand on Chris’s shoulder to hold.