Rewind time? You betcha!But that didn’t go right either, I wanted to rewind a minute, but I immediately lost control of the “remote” (OK, reader... what else could a layman call control of the passage of time?) to this Clinton fellow.Time slowed to virtually a stop. A slice of fish clearly too big for the implement fell off Miss Piggy’s fork and was suspended in mid-air, a gobbet of saliva expelled in agony, at the one that got away, was frozen millimetres from her open maw. Clinton and I were. As it inches deeper, the pain grows more intense. As he continues to push his thumb, I feel sweat cover my entire body instantly. Aaarrrggghhh my Godddd Bryyyyccce, sttttoppppp, pleeeassseee, I yell as he abruptly pushes his thumb in. It hurts way too much I hiss. I quickly discover that a screaming girl only excites a sexually charged guy that much more. I feel the ball of his first knuckle open the super tight orifice and can only barely imagine, what his monstrous cock will eventually do to. I looked over at him and wished I hadn't given him my virginity, I've never felt more regret than that single moment. I was getting cold, my nipples were on end and the breeze was brushing past my pussy lips which were beginning to pulsate - what a strange new feeling. I stubbed out the cigarette on his window seal, flicked it across his garden and climbed back into the house. I ran my hand through my long blonde silky curls and decided to shower, grabbing a soft white towel from the radiator I. To make up my grant I did life modeling for art sessions at schools and art clubs. Much of it is standard work such as standing in a room of spotty teenagers whist wearing a thirties style outfit with silly hats and heavy coats. There was an art society based in a village hall just out of town where I did some nude modeling for a bunch of mostly older retired people, all pretty bland. One of the younger ladies, Lucia, who is in her late twenties was a teacher in the art department in my.