Stop it. You mustn't treat me like this. I didn't do anything.?Ms. Beale put her hand on Donna's right breast and pushed her back in the chair. ?We...ll see about that. I'll bet your cunt is dripping wet.? Donna struggled to get up. ?You sit back, you slut, or I'll hurt you.? She pulled Donna's tee shirt up, exposing a simple white bra. With both hands, she dragged the bra up over Donna's breasts, while Donna complained that they hurt. ?Then shut up and sit back,? said Ms. Beale. She. As I approached her crotch I diverted instead tasting her thighs and kissing inwards but switching to the other thigh just before I reached the final target I put two fingers either side of her slit pressing in gently. She purred in pleasure, this purring intensified as I moved to rubbing between the inner and outer lips. The purr finally turned into a full moan as my tongue touched her clit. I flicked and rubbed varying the pressure and reducing it to almost nothing any time I thought she was. She lights up a cigarette, opening the window all the way and feeling the wind on her face, hearing it swoop and whistle around her head as she drives through the night, wondering how long it will take before she feels able to go home again. She doesn’t understand why, for her, home is somewhere to run from rather than run to. Perhaps it’s the loneliness, the feeling of being trapped somewhere, alone and unwanted. Sometimes she longs to have someone to curl up on when she feels like this, a. I got the idea that it would feel good to have my penis between her legs so I pulled a little away and freed my seven inch hard on from my pajamas and positioned it between her legs. Her night dress was up to her waist by now. All this time she never said a word nor made a move to stop me, but she didn't really do any thing to show she was participating.The top of my dick was now against her slit and as I slowly pumped my hips, I could feel that she was getting wetter. After several minutes of.