You're going to have to get on your knees and crawl over here if you Want it." He smiled as he said it and put one hand on his hip, looking impatient...."If you want to leave...you can. I am not stopping you." He continued, seeming to read my mind. But as I looked at him...I found that I wasn't leaving. As much as it loathed and disgusted me...I truly felt a growing desire to taste him. His cock looked so impressive and as it had gotten harder, it grew immensely before my eyes. By now his. I asked my teacher what the problem she told nothing I understood wht she wants to say. After that she asked me do u have any girl friends I told no and she asked my y . I told i did not find a nice girl. she told me u will get a nice girl because your good looking and very nice then I asked her about her husband wht he is doing she told me that he is working in US and will come twice in a year for a month and will go back.I asked then what is your kid doing she told he is studying in 1st class. He slipped one finger inside my pussy. There, THAT is nearly worth fucking He pushed his cock up against my pussy, I could feel him. You dirty little cunt. He sounded impressed youre actually wet. He was right. As much as my ass hurt and as much as I was confused, I was turned on by him being in control. He slipped his cock into my pussy. Just the head. It felt like I was going to break. My ass had expanded so much my pussy could barely fit him in. He moaned. Pushing in further and further. His. That is something at least. I must live around here right? I start trying to think of my home but I can't seem to bring anything to mind, just vague outlines of images I can't seem to focus on. The memories are right there, if I think harder maybe I can remember them. But every time I try to focus on what is there it slips away, so I try harder and it slips away faster and I can't remember anything!I lean back and turn my head away from the window. I try to relax but instead I start to cry. The.