“The reason I am in here is that I killed my step-dad. He kept on beating my mum and also abusing my sister. They were too scared to do or say anyth...ng. Until one day I had enough, I did something about it by beating him to death with a baseball bat.”I looked up; he was just staring into space. That night I told him what happened to me. The lights went out. We talked until early morning. When we woke up after three hours of sleep, the first thing that Bob said to me was, “You need to start. As I pondered all this advice, my body screamed 'Its true', I was sexually aroused about being exposed, and my panties were soaked, my face deepened in crimson, I would have to hand him my panties, and he could not fail to notice, how wet they were.Boarding schools are notorious for their ritualistic ways, and a weird sense of loyalty is instilled into you, even when its barbaric and humiliating, you wear it with a sense of pride, and wallow in its shame, knowing your participation and silence,. In moments her thick sexy lips would be stretching to encircle his thick, hard cock. She'd make love to him with her mouth, mercilessly assaulting his senses until he surrendered and blasted his load. She'd gulp it greedily, but it would be too much even for her. Some of Trent's cum would ooze from her lips and slid down her chin.She's such a magnificent slut. Does he like to call her names like I do? Did he fuck her tits and give her another creamy pearl necklace? Did he throw her on the bed,. He put his hands at her ankles and ran them up her legs encased in a pair of thigh-high silky stockings. He was surprised when he reached her hips. Rick flashed his sexy, thousand-watt grin. ‘Where are your panties, Angel?’ Dawn lifted the skirt of her dress as she leaned back in the chair and flopped her legs over the arms, spreading her creamy thighs wide open. ‘In my purse. I took them off in the ladies room… hoping I could coax you in here for a quick fuck. I need some relief, too. My sweet.