“I need a coffee,” he says to her, standing. “Can I get you something?” “Sure. A coffee would be good. Black, two sugars.” “A sweet to...th, huh?” Charlie asks. “I like savoury things too,” the girl responds. As he stands Charlie takes a better look. Quite a temptress. Her blouse is unbuttoned far enough to give an ample view of her ample cleavage and the frills of the bra that encompass her breasts. She looks up at him as if to ask, “you like what you see?” puts her hands to her collar to. As he drew her onto his lap, she felt the cock bore a hole through her very soul. For the thousandth time, Dominique felt as if she existed only for this use-- to be gored and filled by this cruel man, this Master who possessed her. She let the thought blow away quickly because she could feel him building within her. He was approaching a massive, volcanic cum-- which meant she must soon after begin her own "orgasm." The blnding white lighting of the explosion rocked within her, sending. This is how it started.Jenna was eighteen and was nearing the end of her senior year in high school. Her best friend, Carli, lived a few houses up the street from her. Both girls were well-liked at school. They were good students and good athletes, playing on the girl's basketball team and running for the coed track team. Both were pretty. Jenna had strawberry blonde hair and some freckles, Carli had dark brown hair. They were about the same height, 5'7" and had developed similar appealing. .... Quite a remarkable evening, in 1978. I was 20. It was a Saturday night and after a night in the wine bar in Birmingham, I had managed to get snog , and date for the following night with one Medina, who was the apple of my desire, at the time. She was a touch older than me, much more experienced and with a shaved pussy, so she said, which I never did get to see. I was on the bus on the way home to Sheldon, and met another one time member of our wine bar crowd, Martine. She was a good deal.