’ I ducked under my cloak, leaving the frog closed, letting it pool on the floor. ‘Is that better?’ I asked, ‘Do you want to finish the job, o... shall I?’ ‘Hmm,’ he answered, looking over my costume, ‘maybe you should, you’ve got so many hard, sharp things there. ‘Sides, I like watching.’ First to go was the belt, of course, complete with a 12 inch utility knife, multiple pouches and a drinking horn. The shoes simply slid off. The aprons, connected with three inch brooches, and multiple strings. How did I get into this mess again, I wondered? Why was I in here letting these black me rape me again? But on it went as he kept thrusting and they held me and my knees were being rubbed raw on the bare floor and my ass cheek was getting slapped hard now and again. This went on for awhile and finally he grasped my hips hard and groaned and panted and shot a huge load of cum into my ass, I could feel his cock inside me pumping me full of his cum. I could feel each pump and his load was huge. When Monday arrived, Stacy felt calm. The day passed normally and for the first day in two weeks she felt like her old self. At the appointed time, Darren sauntered into her room. She positioned herself in front of his desk and planted her fists on her hips. The night before, she had practiced this pose in front of a mirror. Stacy felt it emphasized her authority, especially over a seated teenager."We've had a bad start Mr. Tate. Today we are going to remedy that. Get out a notebook and let's. Carly put down her coffee and stood up, with me quickly doing the same. She walked over and stood close to me, her hand pushed her hair to one side and I could see she was trembling - it was obvious that this was new to her too ...I put my hand on her waist and kissed her. She responded with her tounge and I slid my hands down and squeezed her ass, it was small and soft. My hand slipped up her nightie and groped her soft cheeks, my fingers feeling inside her lacy kickers, and into her crack. At.