She could feel their eyes looking down her blouse. She knew that by the time the class was over, she was going to have to go to the bathroom and mastu...bate.Several of the boys made it obvious where they were looking. In fact, some of the girls also looked. While she knew what the boys wanted, she wasn't sure about the girls. Was it envy or was it lust? she wondered. It surprised her that one of the girls accidentally (on purpose?) touched her breast with her forearm as she leaned close. What. She said that they would go straight over to her Hall so that Dad would be able to get straight through to her, and thanked me for warning her, and helping her avoid any awkward questions about where she was.I phoned Mum at Grandma's; they were both upset but realistic, and I felt better having spoken to them both.Julie, Vee, Sian and Malcolm were all very good to me; I could console myself with the fact that Grandpa had enjoyed a good life, and that he had died in his bed at a ripe old age,. He: No but you love your husband more, why you will become my whore?Me: No sir I love you more than my husband. (I was trapped and wasn’t left any option than humiliation)He: ok then tell me one thing why you love me more?Me: Because, (little thinking) because you fuck better than him, you have a bigger dick than him.He: Good my little whore, so now I will delete this while returning. So that you don’t dare to disobey here onwards. Now like a good whore suck my dick.He forced my head to his. Only when the grasping, clutching walls of her pussy gripped his manhood like a vice and began dousing him with spasms of her orgasmic juices did he climax. He held his throbbing member inside her as far as she could take him and erupted. Stream after stream of his spunk slammed into her cum catcher, triggering her waning orgasm to redouble its efforts as it wracked her body with intense pleasure. Only after the girth of his swollen cock began to subside did he allow her body to collapse onto.