She wanted to shout out,“Please ... Don’t ... Stop!” with all the gusto that she could manage in the midst of an absolutely beautiful orgasm and...the shocking insertion of a long salami of impressive length and girth into her nether regions.Unfortunately, her words became all twisted in transmission and they filled the organ compartment with her shameful pleas delivered in shrill dismay.“Please don’t stop!”She repeated it more than once and the ever obedient reverend humped her as hard as he. ‘This could be fun,’ he smiled to himself.At lunchtime, while the rest of our classmates were mobbing the cafeteria, Morgan and I slipped down to the basement storeroom. A couple years ago I managed to ‘find’ an extra key. The room used to be where I went to watch pornos. Now, I bring Morgan here.Her panties were wet.“Aw, too bad,” I teased the tip of her ‘clit’, the only thing I could reach when she wore her father’s chastity belt - all day, every weekday. “Somebody came like a boy.”She looked. There was no answer at first.Lenny knocked again anxiously. It was odd, but she was more worried about Lenora's safety than her own. Suppose something had happened to the gypsy woman? Suppose that the devious magnate, McClain, had made a connection between the two women and had come here to do her in?The fears were allayed when Lenny heard a rustling behind the door."Who is it?" a sleepy and somewhat annoyed voice called out through the wooden paneling."It's me," the blonde answered eagerly,. It won’t be long before we’re in the room, but I don’t want this to stop either. Ping. I pin your wrists to the wall above your head. Your back arches, breasts thrust out into my face, straining against the buttons of your shirt. I stop and look into your eyes, move you into the corner so you can perch better on the rail. Ping. You hold on to the wall and I trace the swell of your breasts, squeezing them, your nipples hard. I bend over taking a bite through your shirt as you breathe sharply. I.