Though he was thirty years younger, I moaned “Daddy, it hurts”. He just growled: “This is what you paid for, honky”. My lust, my want for his ...ock finally overcame enough of the pain that his width was in me. Gasping for breath, I eased down on him, feeling my insides open, my body possessed.But then no more would go in. If I pushed there was this horrible grinding ache deep within me, it hurt too much. There were at least three inches to go. I had come this far, dared this much, and I couldn’t. If you do well I may use you again. Do you like to have lesbian sex?” “I do now and then.” she confessed. “Okay I see you brought an overnight case with you for your dressing gown.Here is the mask you requested to wear.” He handed over a well decorated black mask with sparkly sequins on it. “I don,t usually do close ups of faces any way unless it,s to highlight people climaxing, but you,re welcome to wear it. “In the credits we,ll just call you “The Lady in the Mask”, Okay?” “Fine with me.”. I found out I really did like to learn. The instructors were mainly there to help us focus.I found that once I applied myself I could do just about anything. I was the trouble maker and cocky kid in public grade school but it soon changed when I was placed in the gifted school. I was one of the youngest kids accepted in this school. As I mentioned, there were about sixty students in all at the school for the gifted ranging from me at age eleven to those around nineteen.I soon learned my place.. He was a nice k**.After some begging and pleading I agreed.I asked where we were going to do it. They said we could use the one guys car.I needed to go home and change because I was wearing jeans. I knew the easiest way to have sex in the back seat of a car is to have on a skirt so I can pull it down quick if someone ,like a cop,catches us.It happens.When I came back they were waiting with the car.It was a big old car.When we climbed in the back seat it was huge.There was lots of room.He drove.