. . .Waking the next morning, I was almost afraid to leave my room. Who knew what dangers lurked outside? It was Sunday and tomorrow was Victory Day, ...o I had that day off, too. Normally, I would have been overjoyed to have three days off, but what had transpired last night between Alexei and I had me on edge and I was afraid of what might happen. I decided that I would lie to him so that I could get out of the house and out of harm's way. I was going to tell him that my friend, Nika had. His pants came down and his prick got fondled. He diddled. I came. I spent the night fucking his brains out. When I felt him get hard again after coming in me a third time, I knew this was the man for me. He was happy but embarrassed the next morning to realize what he’d ‘made me’ do. (To this day the lovable hunk thinks he seduced *me*!) I was in love, I really was. It took me about another two months of fucking Josh’s eyeballs out, oops, of ‘letting him go all the way with me’ for him to. Some months later we were on holiday and I peered through the keyhole in her bedroom and watched her removing her pyjama top showing me pert tits with light pink nipples and tiny areoles. Her body was turned so I watched the profile view of her tits bounce slightly as she moved before bending down to put a bra on. They hung down firmly as I pictured myself squeezing them.Frustratingly it was years before I got to see anything decent again. Another holiday success; we arrived after a long flight. I whimper with each strike. He stops.I catch my breath. I see him on my right side now. I shudder. It will be my front now. He draws his arm back and strikes, before I can close my eyes. I scream. My right breast is on fire. The crop hit the top of my mound. I cannot help it and look down, to see the angry red stripe, crossing the front of my breast. He pauses, to let it sink. I know the drill; nine more on my right breast; the last three on the sensitive areola and the last one smack on the.