"No, no,no, Sharon, no! It hurts" Andrea eventually cried, not able to standthe invasion. Sharon pulled her finger out and drew her tongue backto the ...mpty hole. Again she gently rubbed Andrea's back, coaxing herback down flat on the bed. "It'll hurt at first honey, but I promiseit'll feel good in a minute. Just relax." Sharon said to Andrea. "Idon't know, I..." Andrea replied, unsure. Sharon merely let a drop ofspit sink into Andrea's arsehole and plunged her finger back in.Andrea arched and. No one except perhaps my Grandmother, and if she did, she never mentioned it to me. She probably thought it was fine, having married in her mid-teens herself. Yes, my family had a long history of marrying, and breeding, early. It would not have been a big surprise if I did end up marrying Ronnie, I figured. After that lunch, my subconscious began developing a plan to do precisely that. Dinner was outdoors as well, and was more-or-less a repeat of lunch. The guys broke tradition, and did a. I told Anna she was a good little girl while I tied her wrists tightly together behind her back. I was in front of her and was going to tie her feet together when I decided to take the bag off her head and god she was beautiful. such soft big eyes and such a cute pouty mouth. She sat there and never even opened her eyes. I asked her if she was a good slut and she shook her head up and down. God I wanted to ram my cock don her throat so bad but caught myself and knew I was a gentleman and that I. "Amanda grinned viciously.She raked her hands through her hair, dishevelling it and then shetore open her blouse, the buttons scattering across the room. Shepulled the tails of her blouse out of her skirt and then she hiked itup and began to tear at her pantyhose, ripping out the crotch. Shepulled and tugged at her cotton panties until they too were torn. Shekicked off one of her shoes and then staggered to the office door,unlocked it and flung it open."Rape! Rape! Rape! I've been raped. Mister.