It was as if I was ruined for all other men, as dramatic and clichéd as it sounded. I had a sneaking suspicion it was true, too.I hated Patrick Thorn... from the moment we met, but I probably loved him more.As it turns out, I didn’t go running right back to him. The guilt I’d shoved back for my temporary pleasure hit me full blast when I got home. I sobbed in the shower for ages. The worst part was I didn’t regret it. It was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life, and I just hated. “He drove himself in and out of me so deeply, I felt the head of his penis shoving against my womb. I moaned his name, I said, 'Daddy, you're all the way in my belly. I can feel you so deep in me.' He seemed to like that, he started fucking me harder. He was saying my name in a chant, 'Melody, Melody, oh my God, Melody, you're so tight, you're so warm, I want to fuck you forever!' He was grunting as he bucked his hips. He grabbed my hips so hard it hurt, but I just let him hold on. He started. She had always exuded the appearance of a “brainiac”. However since starting college, following a year break after high school, she had lost a considerable amount of weight. Her complexion had also cleared up, she had gotten contact lenses and her body had fully bloomed into womanhood in an excitingly curvaceous way.This wasn’t simply a prison for young men it was actually a boot camp where men were sent by the courts as a last chance to turn their lives around in a positive direction and avoid. I heard her walk out the bedroom door only to hear her come in again. I smelled something as she came on top of the bed.I smelled candle wax.I then felt something stinging my right nipple. I helplessly struggled in vain without being able to fully scream.It really hurt. My right nipple felt like it was being burnt at its top tip.It was happening not just to the tip of my nipple but was also starting to go all over my right breast. My Mistress was making this kiddish giggle.After feeling my.