.” she whimpered. “I’m nineteen Sir... oww, please... fuck... I’m nineteen.” The crop arched down across her taut belly and the blonde’s ...oans echoed in the room. “Good,” Connor smiled brushing his hand across his forehead wiping away his perspiration. “Then that is how many stripes you shall wear before Miss Stevens makes you cum for us. He pressed the tip of the crop to the girls other breast making the upturned flesh swell and then he cropped her hard. Again she moaned and a tear rolled. Then I stared pulling her skirt, on which she just hold it and said NO as it will go for sex. I asked her “do you want to see my Lund” for which she denied and I forcibly put her hand in my pant and made hold my dick. She pressed it and removed her hand. We stopped over here as we had fear that some may come. From that day onwards whenever I got chance I used to raise her top and start pressing her boobs keeping total secret and she also forget that she had permitted only once. I regularly do. As usual, I took in the picture of her entire body as she walked through the door. Peter The Great jumped to attention, which he usually does whenever someone with an opening between her legs comes into view. This one though could have given a dead man a hard on. Dressed to the nines in a form fitting business suit, she looked like a high powered executive who had blasted head first through the fucking 'glass ceiling'. (That's maryjane talking, by the way.) Her black hair curled over one eye,. Sure enough, as soon as her hot tongue touched my tender clitoris, I let out a loud squeal. She stopped and told me to keep it down, as we did not want to get caught. She resumed licking my clit, making waves of pleasure pass through my body. She then started to push a slender finger inside me. I could feel her finger slowly penetrate my pussy, while her tongue continued to massage my clit. It did not take long for wave after wave of pleasure to overtake me. I was cringing, trying to stay.