My legs were spread wide around him as his hands nowheld me down by my shoulders. Mark's hips were now pumping hard, hishuge cock working itself back...and forth furiously deep inside of me.Mark's face and chest were turning red and after ramming me a few moretimes he gasped, "I'm cumming. Oh God..."With that I felt his cock somehow bury itself still deeper inside of me,becoming harder and bigger than before - if that were even possible. Ifelt his cock explode as a blast of fiery heat erupted. “Just no longer intimate.”“That must have been awkward,” Joe shook his head. “Knowing Esther, she understood. Annoyed but understanding.”“Not insulted?” Consuela asked.“No,” Joe chuckled. “Her wives and I tend to remind her how beautiful she is. Though she probably doesn’t need reminding.”“I imagine not,” Consuela smirked. “If she thought she was any less beautiful, which I’m not saying she is, it would probably come as a relief.”“Probably,” Joe grinned. “How are you getting up there?”“Train,”. He type something on it, then a minute later, he closed the laptop, and put it in his desk and locked it.He then said; “class I have to step out for a couple minutes, I want you all to stay in your seats, and no talking.” He then left.I’m trying to think of what my story would be, I just sat there thinking. There was only 5 minutes left in the class when he came back in.When the bell rang, Mr Bell said; “Miss Brown, and Miss Johnson please see me before you leave.”After all the kids left, he. But it’s not okay.”“I kept telling myself I was okay, when I knew I wasn’t,” she stopped. She wanted to tell him about the drugs, and the man in the limo and everything. But all at once, she didn’t. This was her story. This was her life. Her eyes opened and she looked up to him, “Now I realize something else. I am okay. I am normal. But you, you’re not okay. You are broken. You rape -”She took a deep breath, “You raped me. But it’s okay. I’m not mad. God, five minutes ago I would have married.