I was positioned, legs spread, arms spread and useless watching everything as it happened. I, or my alter ego Rebeca, began having second thoughts at...the beginning when Jerry’s thumb had to press hard to force some lube into me. Much different from the first blow job in which the slight suffocation and complete submission was an aphrodisiac, I hated the pain and the loss of control. I struggled to break free and to stop, but he was big and I was not. I even cried as I was stretched without. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam. Miss Downey quickly returned her hand to the sixth former’s back and waited for Jasmine’s next instruction.“Up you get, ladies and go and bend yourselves over one end of the table behind you.” She tapped Abbie’s bottom gently with the wooden brush and sat back in the chair as the girl struggled to her feet.After a few moments, Karen and Abbie had carried out the Deputy Head Mistress’ instructions and were bent over opposite ends of the large oak table, bottoms fully on show for the whole. .. everything seemed to click into place for her ... it was time ... time for her to start living again – rather than just existing.She smiled softly as she saw the expression on his face...She would never feel awkward or embarrassed around Marcus again.She unzipped her skirt and slowly shimmied it over her hips, wriggling them a little bit too excessively as she watched Marcus through lowered lashes.His reactions to her were so gratifying, that he was going to her head like alcohol.She allowed.