In the bedsit, Antonia kicked off with pleasant if rather random chat … amongst which there was a request for £90 and an instruction to then fully ...ndress. Further babble … and I was then guided to lie prone on the bed, as I spotted Antonia discreetly set an alarm.As I made myself comfy on the tissue-over-towel spread, typically splaying my thighs to expose my package, Antonia checked if I’d be okay with lavender oil … no probs. She then sat against my right flank … her bare thigh against mine. She was in the middle of peeling off her black halter top, which had been pushing her small teenage tits together. She was wearing no bra underneath. Her tits looked magnificent over her matching black skirt, tightly hanging to her ass. Her nipples were erect and they were very long. I had imagined sucking them so many times, but they were more amazing than I had hoped. “Your tits are amazing,” I told her, as I started to move towards her. “Take your shirt off,” she commanded. I did as I. Their screams haunted him, the agony and humiliation in their voices as he raped them. He hated it, how good it felt. Each time, it got a little easier. Every time he ejaculated, it would take longer for the feeling of shame to arrive. He didn’t want to imagine his wife and daughter in those stocks, getting violated again and again.Resigning himself to another day of swallowing his conscience, he backed out of the driveway and headed off towards the city. It was a cold morning, utterly silent.. That side” he sputtered. She giggled and got to work.Mark could feel his heart racing. Years before, when he had been in high school, his dreams had been filled with the image of cheerleaders with their warm smiles and flitting short skirts. He remembered how they would jump up, often showing their panties, at the victories of the football team. Mark had not been on the football team. He was captain of the debating team, and had won prizes at math contests, but cheerleaders never went to that.