I was moaning by then....if you want that you can have it. He stood up and reached around and grabbed my breasts. Squeeze them, I told him....you ca... squeeze them until they hurt. He took both nipples between his fingers and twisted. I never knew how erotic pain could feel. I reached back and grabbed his cock. It was so wet I knew lubrication wasn't needed. I put the tip of his cockhead against the hole of my ass. I then I could no longer control myself....fuck me, please, ram your cock. Using your knife to scratch an ‘X’ on the table tops and every other flat surface you could find when you were angry with me does make it look a little ‘used.’ I suppose I should feel lucky you didn’t use the knife on me, as you threatened to do so many times. Seriously, I doubt this letter will cause you more than a moment of guilt. That’s not my reason for writing. What I really wanted to tell you is, ‘Thanks.’ You taught me something, even if it took a black eye and a few broken ribs to. ”I stroked my cock through my shorts. Betsy opened her legs; her skirt slid up over her thighs exposing her white panties. I noticed that they were wet and stained over the entire crotch. I could smell the sea smell of sex in the air. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt exposing her white, lacy push up bra. I stared at her B-cups as she slid the fingers of her right hand under the bra and her fingers circled her nipples.“I decided that I wanted to fuck him until he had no more cum left in. Here get on your knees on this bench and I'll be quick! ... ' Bruce spread my feet as I knelt on the seat of the bench and hawked up a huge amount of mucus and spit in his hands smearing it over his penile glans and did so again right into my buttcrack. Bruce took hold of his rigid penile shaft and smeared the mucus over my anal opening. With a steady pressure and whispering softly to me ' ... relax now. Relax this want hurt much and I'll be thru before you know it! ... ' I took a deep breath.