"Are you ready for this, baby?" she asked me as she lined the head of her cock up with my tight hole. "Yes, please fuck me," I moaned. She gripped my ...ips and began slowly working her cock into me. "Fuck you're tight," she moaned as she kept pushing, penetrating me with her big cock. After a few minutes, she finally had gotten her entire cock in my ass. She bent down, her tits pressed into my back as she whispered into my ear, "I love your tight ass." She straightened herself up and smacked my. I freed my hand from his and reached behind me, lifting my skirt as I shuffled to stand to the side of his knees. Bending over someone's knees is actually quite an awkward thing and very difficult to do with any grace. So far as I know its impossible to retain one's dignity or self-respect bending over with your underwear on display. Nevertheless one still one likes to try to avoid a graceless lumpen slump! Or the alternative of bending over in entirely the wrong position and then having to. Kelly said the recordings from the school intercom took care of the details. Mainly I confirmed that the -- what did Kelly call it? -- that the forensic evidence had indeed been collected from me. This included the swabs and stuff Doctor Elaine had taken, along with my barf.Ick.The only real sticky point came when Sergeant Kelly asked me, for the record, if I went into that room expecting to be raped.I'd been wrestling with that question myself. Had I expected to be raped? I had vowed to do. Serving ... serving my ... my ... Alan! Alan, my master!"Her arousal had been building and building, so finally admitting that triggered a powerful orgasm deep within her, even though she wasn't touching herself. She was fortunate to be on her knees, because her body convulsed wildly. She tried desperately not to scream out loud, so the others wouldn't know that she was climaxing. She more or less succeeded, instead letting out a series of strangled yelps intermixed with her heavy panting. But.