I… I’m disappointed of course, but I’m sure we can continue to work together. Of course, it would be of great help to me personally if you could...at least tell me why-‘ ‘I beg of you, please do not ask! Respect my wishes on this matter or I really will have to leave this place.’ Her words chilled me. Not just for their import which was fearsome enough, but for the alien tone in which they were delivered. It was a tone that brooked no argument, that spoke nothing but a fundamental truth. It was. I was twenty years old and in my second year the university, as was my fiancée. Last year we had both stayed in the dorms of the residence, but this year we had both moved out to live with friends. My fiancée shared an apartment with her two best friends from the dorm halls, Gemma and Vicky. As I said, I was twenty, tall with an athletic build and extremely attractive. My fiancée was short, slightly thick, with a pretty face; long brown hair and C cup breasts. Gemma and Vicky were a year. As she slid back and forth lubricating my shaft, I fondled her breasts. Then she rose up on her knees grasping my prick to position it at her entrance. Slowly she sank down onto my rigid rod rotating her hips to ease her descent. Before she was even half way impaled on my prong, I could not resist thrusting upwards to hasten our joining. Moments later our pubic bones collided. She must not have felt any significant pain because she kept pace with my thrusts until we both lost control and came. " I knew thiswasn't going to make the rest of the ride verycomfortable. "You may begin." he laughed. "Please, sir, hit my foot with yourbelt." I asked meekly. I heard the belt swish through the airand crack on my soles. I stifled a scream. "One,sir, thank you. May I have another?" Once again, thebelt slammed into my foot. "Two, sir, thank you. MayI have another?" After 10 strokes, I wondered how on Earth Iwas going to walk back to the car barefoot. "Excellent, bitch" Peteexclaimed.