Please don’t cry,” I begged. Amelia looked awful; hair, usually so soft and feathery, was limp. She was so pale.Lifting her glasses, she wiped her...eyes with the back of her hand, gave me a half-hearted smile, and reached for my hand. Her touch was delicate and her hand ice cold.Peter looked at me from behind her.“What did you do to her?” I asked in a whisper.Then all the memories flooded back. I inhaled sharply and winced at the pain. “Where’s Rufus? Is he okay?”Amelia nodded. She finally. The entrance to my vagina felt sore already; Darren’s wiry pubic hair grating across my slit every time he bottomed out within me. There was pain all round but it was decreasing and the strange new feeling was growing. “Ohhh!” Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap! The sound of a moaning voice filled the room; it took a moment to realise that it was my own. I looked again at my lover; at the look of determination on his face as his body slammed into mine, driving his erection deep into my body over and over. Akbar nudged her rudely with his shoulder, scowling to show hisimpatience with her as he tilted his head again toward the entrancewayto the other room, indicating that she should step through the doorwayin front of him."No, please! I can't go in with you right now.... she whispered inprotest, hoping to bluff the weak-minded servant. The tall ganglingnitwit's narrow brow furrowed as his dim mind tried to grapple withwhat she had said. Little by little, though, the puzzled expression onhis face. I don’t fancy a suspension for fighting, which is what would happen if we fight in here. So how about if you meet me outside the school grounds after school, then we can find out who the bigger man is here.” I taunted. I really hoped he took up the offer. I definitely didn’t want another suspension, which is what was most likely to happen if there was a fight. I didn’t doubt I could fight, and given my skill I have the better chance of winning. But one of the first things you learn in.