Burn marks glistened on his shoulder ... broken only by red, angry wounds that oozed with green and white puss."Wound..." he managed to stutter. "Not ...ealing, forgot about ... the ring."How was he wounded? Did they fight the strange lady? How had a woman living alone in the woods managed to injure a five-hundred-year-old swordsman?"What do I need to do, Jon?" I whispered.Jon wheezed for a brief moment. He did so quietly, biting his lip the entire time. We both intuitively knew that we shouldn't. I nodded. ‘You won him for me at the fair in Salisbury when I was eight and you were nine.’ She picked up another one, a fluffy rabbit, ‘You, gave me this one, the first Easter after Dad left … I know that you used all your pocket money to buy it when you realised that he wasn’t going to be home!’ She was beginning to cry again. She started pointing to each of the toys in turn, ‘This was from you…..this was from Mum…..you gave me this one!’ ‘It’s all right, Emms,’ I said comfortingly and. After a moment she added in a threatening tone, “Unless you want me to do it for you.”Miss Simons gasped. “Would you?” she replied, blushing and could feel the tingling in her pussy as she asked. It sounded so much sexier to have one’s knickers taken down for her, she thought.Melissa quite liked the idea actually. “Bend over and grab the chair, and I’ll undress you then,” she said sternly.Miss Simons bent over and grabbed the seat of the chair just as so many students had done on her. Knowing there was nothing she coulddo to stop him from completing his penetration, she once again pleaded withhim to stop. She even offered to allow him to stay right where he wasand just hold his cock in her. She promised to let him keep it thereas long as he wanted. She wouldn't fight it; she wouldn't scream anymore. Butshe never felt the slightest slowing of the entry of her vagina. Evenwith the substantial amount of lubrication she was inexplicably creating, shewas being pried open.