”“Me? How? I didn’t ask him to rape me,” I protested.“You didn’t have to,” replied Janet. “Even though... deepdown, you really wanted to. All he had to do was readand follow the instructions on the note, as you orderedhim.”“What did that note say?” I asked.Janet read from the note: “It says: ‘I’ve always wantedthis from you.Fuck me here! Now!’ And there’s a little heart drawnhere, too.”“Me. He moved slowly and rhythmically, thrusting his black cock in and out of Marsh for a good five minutes. With each thrust of his black cock I could feel my heart pound. Marsh began to groan and say to Mark, fuck me sugar, fuck me honey, oh fuck me honey. Mark moved Marsh over to the side and he lifted her leg up and began fucking her sideways. I watched as he thrust his cock in and out of her.I moved to the foot of the bed to another chair positioned so I could get a better view of him entering. Her ass, between her thighs – wet nose against her flesh, tongue flicking and flapping around as he homes in on his target.Bronte takes a deep breath, still maintaining her cool exterior but showing the slightest sign of nerves. Then a little whimper/gasp as Rebel’s tongue wipes over her perfect little pussy. More surprise than pleasure. Rebel doesn’t care if she likes it – he’s just after his favourite taste ... His tongue rasping over her pussy, between the lips, over the clit, from clit to. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls was an easy task. Everyone wore the same standard uniform, which eliminated the difficulties of having to select an outfit every day. Consisting of a school blazer, a pair of stockings, and a knee length skirt, the design was simple and robust, and even fast to prepare. But while putting on the uniform was easy, taking it off, especially with the someone watching her, was a much more difficult task.Standing before her, the headmaster smiled as he waited for.