She screwed on the phallic cock head onto the manual change lever and straddled it, lowering herself onto it as she moved gingerly all over the top of...it, wetting it with her secretions.He stood by the open door, mesmerized this teenager girl was doing something so crude in front of him, not a care in the world, in fact she sounded as if she was enjoying it.He reached in and stroked her bottom, she did not react or complain, so he slid inside and closed the door, and continued to touch her. ’ ‘It is…unseemly,’ stormed Kitty, driven near insane by this imbalance of power. ‘You must let me dress.’ ‘I must? I think not. A little humbling will be good for your soul, Miss… ‘Smith’.’ The sarcastic inverted commas around her invented name were audible. ‘You’ll try to be high and mighty with me, no doubt, but you won’t be able to forget that every inch of your toothsome little body is displayed to me. Come. Breakfast.’ He took her hand, snatching it into his despite her efforts to. " I finally managed to speak, "Ally is strong. I doubt anything will happen to her that she does not want." "Did you fuck her?" The more aggressive tone startled me. Before words formed in my mouth she grabbed my balls. "I have to know." Her grip was not painful but held a definite threat of pain. My body stiffened. There was no way out. I had to tell her something. Mary was impatient. "I will test for myself then. If you did then I'm sure you will smell of pussy." Without releasing my balls. .I was about 12 when my dad bought an Alsatian to help look after his pigeons which were his pride and joy, rebel stayed in dads pigeon loft for some weeks so we hardly ever seen him. I asked my dad if I could go with him to see the pigeons as it had been a while since I had done so, dad was happy enough to take me as he knew I showed a keen interest in his birds. We arrived about lunch time, and dad had a few sandwiches and a flask of tea for us to eat in the afternoon. He opened the.