“Yes, both,” I told him.“Fuck, good.”I wasn’t sure if he was commenting on my answer or the feeling of his own hand against his cock. He see...ed almost out of his mind with lust. I drank in the sight of him.“Tilt your hip, Isobel. Show me more of your cunt.”“Oh, God,” I breathed and did as I was told, lifting my pelvis up, and he echoed my words back as he stared at my middle.“I’m gonna cum on that cunt, Isobel,” he almost snarled. “Gonna put my cum all over those fat lips. And then you’re gonna. She was energetically masturbating for my roommates. Her fingers dipped in and out of her mound. With her other hand she was massaging those out-of-proportion gorgeous tits of hers. “Oh, hi Bill,” Sonja said. “What’s your last name?” I thought that was a strange question to be asking under the circumstances, but decided to go with the flow. “Morton. I’m Bill Morton.” “Good,” she replied. “Marty has your wallet. No money in it, but your driver’s license and credit cards are still there. He. " I thought his name was Mr. Post?" It is. His first name is Ed, and since the guy who owned the talking horse was named Post, I call him Mr. Ed." I'll bet he appreciates that," Tami said, speaking for the first time."Most of the time," I agreed. "Anyway, the lot Mr. Ed owns is about six hundred feet long and two hundred feet wide." I'm missing something." Me too," Tami chimed in."One end of the lot is about fifty feet higher than the other," I explained. "And the whole thing is fenced. A very. I felt like my heart stopped in my chest as he stopped and turned to face me. Again I was frozen by his stare. Starting at my feet, he began to look me up and down. I suddenly became very conscious of my uniform. I could see him mentally checking off the many infringements of the school rules; starting with my black trainers. We weren't even allowed those for PE. Moving up I could see him take in the over the knee white socks. Fine, except where my skirt should have ended…. Instead of the.