I'M.SPEAKING" he firmly said, not shouting, almost spitting each word into her face, Katie felt like a little girl back at school with a teacher, she ...beyed looking back into his nasty face, all too aware of his hand still roaming over her right buttock and upper thigh as he spoke."Please try not to disobey me girl, or this is going to be very difficult", "y.yes sir" she timidly whispered, hating herself for saying it, 'Disobey' she thought, this man was supposed to be helping her, she hated. "Fuck Intro to Psychology. And fuck V for having obviously gotten a better grade in it than I did.With that, he began to slide his forefinger into my sopping wet pussy. Then two. Then three. I know he could sense the fear from that moment building up in my head just as the pressure from his hand was building up in my cunt. But it's not like there was a damn thing I could do to stop him. He started out much more mildly than he did the last time he raped me. That treacherous episode was a bit. Cierro la puerta de mi coche al salir, me coloco delante de la “agente”, ella no dice nada, coloca sus dos manos en mis hombros, de golpe me gira, me empuja hacia mi coche, noto como ella se acerca por detrás, coloca su cuerpo contra mi espalda, me aplasta contra el coche, agarra una a una mis manos y las coloca en el techo de mi coche, no me resisto, noto como comienza a agitar su cuerpo voluptuoso contra mí, mi polla comienza a crecer…Ella coloca sus manos en mi cintura mientras noto sus. We laid back on our elbows and looked up at the fall trees. I remember the poignant seduction of the woods that day. It was only natural that we ended up in a kiss more passionate than usual. It was natural when you started to unlace my dress, and slipped it down to my waist. I unbuttoned and slipped off your shirt, and you folded it up and put it on the basket. You folded my dress when I slipped out of it. You gently placed it on top of your shirt. Your hands were cool as they started to.