Perhaps I had some built-up passion that had been waiting to be released. Andrew released it all. I am incapable of any more passion than Andrew provo...ed in me. We had just finished that wonderful animal-like fuck (I’m sorry but there just isn’t another way to say it). I wanted to be held. Andrew came into my arms and we kissed, a romantic, sensual kiss of gratitude and promise, gratitude for what we had given each other, promise of what was to come. We talked. I wanted to know about this. The cucumber wasn’t as long as Mr. Miller but it was thicker and I felt my cunt stretching as I tried to work it in. I only got about an inch in as Mr. Miller sat staring down at me then I stopped. He stood up angry. “Did I say to stop slut!?” He leaned down and slapped my tits. “I want you to fuck that like it was my cock, all the way.” I whimpered. “It’s too big, it hurts.” He slapped my face hard, then pinched my erect tender nipples and slapped them. “I’ll show you hurt cunt.” Then he. “Well if you need some help just let me know,” she smiled.He nodded his thanks and she strutted back to Izzy with a coy smile at him over his shoulders. She caught him looking at her sweet little ass and her smile got wider and the sway in her hips got a little more pronounced. He quickly looked away as he felt himself begin to stiffen. He cursed under his breath, closed his eyes and ran through his mantra to calm himself. His pants, which had been baggy two years back, were no longer that way. Play around a little. I know youre curious. She said breathing heavily. So I used my fingers and spread her lips, just looking at it all over. I put a finger inside, curious what it felt like. Oh yeah, now feel around. Jamie said and I did so. I felt all the walls. It was slimy and soft but with rough patches. She moaned a bit as I did so. I thought that meant I was hurting her so I stopped. No, its okay babygirl. Moaning means it feels good and youre doing it right. Keep playing. She said, a.