.? A woman with a stable job, and a loving, caring boyfriend at home waiting for you; why would you be fantasizing about having your body exposed for ...trangers? Random men, playing with your tits, squeezing and spreading your ass, trying to get those shorts off, desperate to get your tight, beautiful pussy..?" "Because I'm a slut... I'm a slutty girlfriend, and I want to be used," she murmured, as his hand finally reached and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. It was. He was dressed in a loose fitting, unadorned tunic, breeches, and moccasins. The clothing looked to be made of horsehide that had been worked and tanned with some skill. He had a hunting lance in his free hand, and two more could be seen strapped across his back in some sort of harness-contraption. His face was thin and weathered, and his eyes were filled with anger. His companions were all younger then him; in their middle to late teens, and they were similarly armed, although one of the young. His hand moved from her waist to her leg, gripping it hard and pulling it up out of the way so her cunt opened up even more. His thrusts grew more intense with every second and before she knew it, he had entered her wet cunt with the gigantic bulging head of his cock. Tara stopped breathing and tried to stay calm so that he would not hurt her. Perhaps if she relaxed enough she would be able to take his size inside her cunt. He continued to make thrusting movements so his cock head popped in and. They're always polite and ask if they can come in, and I really like having them and they're very informal so with most of them doing different things, I work harder than the actual lesson time. They also seem to have the knack of calling me Miss, in lessons and Sarah when outside the classroom, which is something I'm beginning to get used to." And your English lessons?" Wow, that computer room is something all schools should have. Fortunately Ronnie knows the system and I'm getting the hang of.