? David kept looking. In this position he could see EVERYTHING and as Mutumbami played with her, Esther could not help herself, but she got wet. She b...gan to show signs of arousal in spite of her desire to control her reactions. Mutumbami pointed this out to humiliate her. He called to her wet pussy and called her a whore and a slut. Then he began putting his fingers in her vagina. She was so ashamed that she got wet because her son, bound and sitting so close, could hear the wet squishy. She still can determine how hard or how easy you have it from here on out. You have to pass her class to earn the credits you need to graduate."So you two will have to come to some sort of understanding. I'm not saying you have to be 'besties' and go shopping and get your hair done together. But you do have to work together to get the job done." I try, Mr. Longfellow, but I hate her class. In all my other classes I get along with the teacher. But she is always mean to me and won't give me a. My legs wrapped tightly around him, my nails in his back, my hot breath in his ear, we are joined together as one. Knowing me better than anyone and sensing when I’m ready to explode, he’ll flip me over and put me on my knees. With my ass in the air, he will begin his final maneuvers. Primal, animalistic, and desperate for release, the sounds that emanate from me at that point are incoherent. A combination of grunts and moans and desperate pleas for release, I will demand my pleasure. . .. ) to a girl like her who had everything under control?"Who was I with? Was Enrique there? If only that black hole inside my poor hurting head would open up a bit..."She quickly raised and pulled up the pants. With her heart beating in her throat, she checked herself out... Thankfully, the 'most important' part of her body did not seem to hurt particularly. The fog around her mind was still not cleared up though. Like when you wake up during a nightmare. An uncontrollable crisscross of.