As she thought about that initial thrust, her right hand wandering down around Steven’s bellybutton, she felt wetness growing between her legs. Ever... time he pushed his heavy, hard cock into her delicate opening, causing her to flinch in the slightest bit of pain, she felt like her cherry was being taken again and again….the thought of someone coming and gently but insistently taking her innocence, using her tightness for his pleasure, drove her wild. And now, thinking about it, she felt like. A few weeks after my story got posted , I started to get feedbacks and one among them was akshitha (name changed) she initially started to message through gmail and then in hangouts. This is what the conversation looks like:She: hi there, I read your story on iss , it got me really wet, thank you for posting such an awesome story.Me: thank you for the compliment , if you wish we could do that too.She: not so fast … Slow down dude…:-) ;-)Me: ha ha…So, what do you do?She: working in an xxx. If Greg had kept stroking our cocks for another minute I swear I would have shot my load then and there, instead he stopped and suggested we have a cup of tea and a smoke a really good suggestion. Fifteen minutes later we were again on the bed our cocks no longer hard we took our time slowly bringing each other to a state of excitement this time both in the position where our mouths would come into play, unlike the last time I could see Greg's cock it was bigger than I remembered probably about. Aftertaking my post at the barracks door, Nina took one look at me and said:"My God, Jack, can that truly be you?" I'm not Dr. Jack Becker anymore, Nina, and I doubt I ever will be Dr.Jack Becker again. My new name is Iron Hans, and I will help you get outof here in the very best way I know how. Gutterschwein has informed methat he's set up a gladiatorial contest, which will take place two weeksfrom now. I'll join you when you train for the contest, and we'll planour escape together!" .