“ God ... it was right there. I couldn’t help but see it. So ... I asked him about it.”Sandy whispered “You asked him about it? What on earth ...id you ask?“I asked him what caused it and he said it was me. Well ... not just me, but me and the fact that we were alone and asking each other about sex stuff. He seemed to like my boobs, so I grabbed them in my hands and teased him a bit. Really I just kind of cupped them and looked at him.” Lorelei then told them about coming right out and asking if. He was panting hard and making moaning noises (pleasure or pain), I wasn’t sure. I got my thumb, this nail was slightly longer than my finger, I pressed it hard against the rim of his arsehole and he screamed. Now this time I knew, it was pain and I loved giving it to him…….Chapter 6…….His adrenalin kicked in by now and the pain seemed to subside. So I withdrew, I removed the strap-on, and joined them once again on the bed. Claire’s legs still over Pete’s strong shoulders, Pete humping her very. "Please master" she whispered to him,telling him how much she needed him inside her body. The master said nothing as he grabbed her hips,pushing his big cock deep inside her wet welcoming pussy,not even letting her time to adjust. "How come a slut like you is so fucking tight" he groweled,and held her hips harder,thrusting deeply and harshly inside. "Just for you master" she moaned out,closing her eyes to the addictive feeling. "More master..." she begged,bucking her hips to his. I woke up early and used tape, string, and paper plates to boobie trap the cereal closet to dump rice krispees on the head of whoever opened it. I got home that night and went into my bedroom. I flicked on the light and my ceiling fan turned on. Piles of cereal flew off the blades and flung across all directions, covering the floor. Hanging from the light was a sign that said, ‘nice try, little trickster.’ I was still finding rice krispees around my room at Christmas time. So, Junior year I.