Her eyes widened and she tried to plead with me through her gag but it fell on def ears. I walked up to her and ran my hand over her flawless body up...her sides to her armpits over her breasts down her flat stomach to her shaved pussy down her thighs back up to her tits where I began fondling and pinching all over squeezing and pulling on her nipples which immediately became hard and she began moaning in both pleasure and pain I then started slapping her roughly causing her slightly tanned skin. From the looks of that big bulge in your pants, I’d be surprised if you have enough skin left to shut your eyes, honey.”The look on his face was priceless. “Do you want me to pull my top up? Or maybe …” letting her voice trail off. “Maybe I should pull it the rest of the way down and let you have a really good look.“As he looked down at the ground, she continued, ”Tell you what, Mike. I'm going to stand here with my eyes closed and let you decide what you want to do. You can pull my top up, or. She was unable to move and as she gasped he began pushing his cock at her tight asshole.She pleaded with him to stop but he continued pushing. As it had done with her pussy it took a while but suddenly her hole opened and took his head inside. She screamed loudly as his cock entered her tightest hole. As she scream Tony slapped her buttocks hard as punishment. "Shut up, bitch". He grunted. Anita pushed her lovely face into the bed to silence her own screams. He gave her a few seconds to feel. For most of the school years I had left, I was an outsider, a loner.The bad-boy image was pretty popular with some of the girls, so I had dates and a couple of girlfriends for short whiles, but nothing serious. When I was nineteen I was still a virgin, doomed to masturbate forever, it seemed.Three things happened that nineteenth year, which made big changes in my life. I was working at my dad’s dry-cleaning business, mostly using the steam-press, which I hated. One evening I took the bus into.