I slowly took over knowing she was enjoying my finger pressing into her backside, little by little I started to push more, entering farther into the h...le feeling her muscles boring down around the finger harder and harder. Every time she bore down heavily onto my finger I started to wiggle it around and slowly she started to relax, after that I would continue to press into her until I could feel my hand pressing against her bum. I slowly pulled my finger back towards fresh daylight, as soon as. I did that. He asked me if I was bleeding and was I sore. I said yes. He said that I will get used to it.He then took me by my hands through his office. It was empty. He locked his office and then took me into his car. He took me to a bunglow and told me to get undressed. I didnt argue. I didnt cry. I did as he told me. He took me to the dining hall there I saw a cream cake on the table. My boss brought the cake to me. It was written on it -Happy Birthday Kiyara. It was my Birthday. He lit the. “How are you?” “I am very well my slut, how are you?” “I’m pretty good thanks,” her voice was slightly higher than usual from the nerves, “a little nervous, but that seems quite normal.” “Yes, I suppose it does. Are you wearing the stockings my slut?” “Yes.” “Yes what?” His voice was more forceful. “Yes, Master.” “That’s better.” He sounded pleased. “Show me.” She hesitated, her natural shyness kicking in, and she realised that if she did as he asked then she really would be giving herself to. With no finesse, he roughly mauled her breasts, moaning as he pinched and pulled her nipples.....she had magnificent developing breasts, irresistible to a young hot blooded male and he took each teat in his mouth and sucked and bit them. She struggled to break free, but his heavy body on top of her made this impossible. She looked up and clearly saw each of the other lads with their flies undone and their cocks out, rubbing and stroking them furiously at the sight of her naked breasts.The big.