However, we had never done it on her desk – the preferred position was for me to be on my hands and knees on the carpet in front of it, my skirt and...panties discarded, my thighs apart and my ass jutting up in the air, and she would take a steely grip above my hips and grind the long and wickedly-ridged plastic phallus deep into my vagina, and then she would reach underneath me to yank my breasts out of their bra cups and pull and squeeze my stiff nipples.As these heady memories transfixed me. ” *** We called Marika’s mom and asked her if we could stay with her. The drive home was mostly in silence. I eventually asked, “Are you going to be okay?”She seemed shaken when she replied, “What do you think? The police exam was a violation in itself! I don’t remember very much Jack! But being held in a room full of strangers probing and photographing me in my most intimate places was humiliating.” She burst out in tears.I felt guilty for some reason, even though she said she couldn’t. A week or so after our ceremony we lay on the grass, Fred between us.“Remember when I first checked out your cupboards after you guys told me I was responsible for cooking? ‘What the f-- do you guys eat, anyway,’ I said, right? Remember that?”“Ungrateful bitch,” Sarah responded.“Cow,” Fred answered.“Titless wonder,” said Sarah.Fred kissed Sarah and rolled over to kiss me.“Yes, I was.” She looked down at herself after we broke our kiss. “Still titless, too.”Fred turned back to Sarah. From. I could feel his shaft touching every wall inside my virgina, pushing against the top of my tunnel. My cunt muscles started to work on his prick, I had no control just the feeling of lust and the desire to scream."Move you bastard move. Fuck me, shag me, fill me with cum." Was all I could shout as I started to pinch my nipples again, I needed the pain. In a funny sort of way I was in heaven and in hell. I wanted to cum, I wanted him to cum, I wanted to hit the roof, I wanted my cunt full of his.