His mouth took her, barely able to breathe as his tongue slid into her mouth, his fingers hurting her breasts and nipples, fingers feeling like clamps...as they squeezed her delicate nipples too hard. He was already driving too deep into her, bruising her cervix when he thrust in, but he grabbed her legs behind her knees, forcing them up and back until they were crushed against her bare breasts. It hurt worse, his insistent pounding between her legs with punishing thrusts, her crotch ablaze in. I was still lost as to what was occurring, but I had not been harmed yet. Far from it. I was a prisoner, for sure, but one with certain benefits. I wondered what they were learning from me. The next day was different from the past three. Wonk came down the corridor, about the middle of the lighted period, and stopped at my cell. It opened and I knew I was to exit. Walking before Wonk down the corridor I let my curiosity overcome good sense, perhaps. I turned quickly and grabbed the substance. Having sucked him hard and long before letting him mount me, the initial and increasing penetration is deep and getting deeper with each thrust. His cock grows in diameter and length, even beyond what I had managed with my mouth and lips and tongue.With all that going on, it is no wonder that as soon as I feel his developing knot bump my cunt lips on the outside that a gasp followed by sighing and moaning escape my mouth. And I haven’t even considered looking or checking on Mom. No longer do I. Candleford elected to stay behind to keep an eye on the supplies although the only danger they were aware of was the small bands of monkeys that chattered non-stop in the trees. They had lots of coconut trees and nice palms for sheltering shade. The "banana" tree was a bit unusual because the bananas were sort of miniature and not like real bananas at all. They didn't see any ripe ones and to all indications the things stayed green all the time. The Professor warned them that they might even be.