Not from one of the boys in her small community. She remembered the soft, gentle lips of Anna touching hers. She remembered their tongues touching car...fully. Embracing. Melting. She remembered the soft caress on her face when Anna put her long hair behind her ear again. She remembered how she braided her hair and then tickled her with the tip. How she tried to get even by tickling Anna back and ended up rolling through the long grass together until they stopped and kissed passionately. She took. "She was last seen leaving her classroom at the Higher Ground Christian School where she is a teacher." My parents stared in amazement and horror at the TV. My blood ran cold, even though I knew this would happen. When my mother said "Willy, you had Miss Quimby for a teacher a few years ago, right?" I nodded weakly, the ice water in my veins helping me feign a sense of shock. You see, I knew where she was. She was chained by the neck, naked, and huddled in a makeshift plywood prison cell in an. She had to piss and shit in a bucket, under the steely indifference of his gaze.She was appalled when he first made her masturbate like some sort of trained seal. She felt her face glow scarlet as she knelt before him in the cage, her thighs spread and her ass resting on her heels as he’d instructed her and slipped her hands over her small breasts, twisting and tugging the nipples that were already erect like hard, aching nubs. “Please, don’t make me do this,” she whimpered as he commanded her. ........Oh please don't..... Oh please don't stop.......my vagina felt so wet I could feel fluids wetting my legs. David pulled me onto my back and as I looked up saw his penis standing out like a pipe so long and thick. He pushed it towards me and I reached up and started stroking it back and forth but that lasted just a short time before he pushed it towards my mouth. As I opened my mouth he slowly pushed it in but didn't force it too deep. I held his cock in my hand and started to tongue the.