I could feel my cock getting slowly hard again, remembering all the moments from before. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t help but think, wishing if I...had one more encounter, reach my limit while getting fucked hard, and dropping my load.Even though I was quite happy with how this night had turned out, the slut in me was still itching for little more. I looked at the watch. It was past 3:00 in the morning. I thought, why not try to find another cock instead of sitting here waiting for the. My beer can clattered to the linoleum floor. My hands, moving as if they had a life of their own, slid around her waist. ‘Ohhh!’ Marya giggled. I could feel her warm skin moving under my touch, ‘Your hands are cold!’ Her arms snaked around my neck, her lips pressed against mine again and parted. Her tongue probed my lips, shocking me with sensations I could no longer fight. My legs got rubbery while my tongue dueled hers and our lips and bodies pressed together. Because we needed to breathe,. It was a deliberate callous act carried out in a most precise way, presumably to degrade the man, her stream hitting him squarely in the face, and mouth which in subservient way, he opened to accommodate her stream Uncle Oliver, followed that by roughly bending her over a stool and on the timer once more taking her in the most basic fashion in full view of her husband. It was brutal, and her face showed that she loved every moment of the act. She was then returned to the still bound man and he. Eing asked to take your panties down and show your bum to an old man, while he sat behind his big oak table and jacked-off, was only one of lives experiences I was exposed to as a young girl, in my first year at boarding school.The master in question, was regarded by all girls as a 'Dirty Simpleton', don't ask me who christened him, but it suited all, especially as he had a steady stream of girls, willing to drop-them for him to wank off to.When I was first introduced to him, he sat me down and.