" Your father warned me you were a whore. Are you a whore Marianne?"She could have answered truthfully that she was the victim of an incestuous father...and voyeuristic sadistic husband, but Marianne was fast approaching the point of no longer knowing the truth. Savaged and debased since she was a tiny girl she was no longer sure what the truth was. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was a vile and ugly girl who deserved everything she had suffered. Believe it or not, however, she knew what. Not wanting to scare away my prize, I placed my hand on her bare leg and softly asked her to remove her bra. I told her she had great looking breasts and I needed to see them one more time. Without any hesitation she reached around her back and the bra fell free. The first thing I noticed was her nipples. They were at least an inch long and hard.I asked Gramma if I could feel her nipples. Still staring at my cock she merely nodded her head up and down. I took my free hand and slowly pinched and. Which, in some way, I had been. "What?" I ask, in plain disbelief. Oh, god, how you torture me and tease me by putting me in the hands of temptation. "Alex, you can't be serious," I get up in a brusque manner. She gets up, too. "But I do. It's not bad to have a crush on one of your teachers, is it?" she asks, her voice so sweet and innocent, I can't help but feel guilty somehow for all of this. "Have I lead you to think this?" She looks taken back. She suddenly goes pale. Realization. I fought my way past the brambles, damming them for trying to protect such filthy beasts that hid behind them. As I grew closer to the edge of the foliage I saw her stood there leaning against the wall with her breasts pushed out and legs open wide. A beautiful and pert body this demon possessed her blonde hair flowing down her back as she tempted her punter to use her. I watched as his trembling hand reached for her hard nipple already exposed and bobbing, his other working at his buckle. The.