You arent thinking of escaping, are you? He held my breasts in his hands and fucked me angrily, his balls slapped my clit again and again until I was ...rithing. My body betrayed me. His thumb played with my asshole which was clenching emptily around its tip. I sobbed quietly to myself as I came. He slapped me across the face, held onto the sides of my head and yelled at me. Open your mouth for daddy!, he growled hastily. I shook my head out of confusion and I felt the sting of his hand whacking. Martha lived in the room opposite mine. I knocked on her door. And hearing no reply, I opened and entered."Martha?" I'll be there in a sec, plant yourself in the TV, will you?"I couldn't find the TV. There was too much stuff everywhere. Unbroken pizzas, uneaten food, undrinkable coffee, underwear and bras, and little and big figures of clay were everywhere. Martha sculpted.Brilliantly.I made some coffee and plopped down on the couch. After a bit of searching, I discovered the TV, and after a. Ahh I mean Hank." Hmmm, and just how sexually experienced can a just turned 13 year old Becky be?" Very, Hank," and she gave me a big smile, "I've been masturbating since I was 9, at the age of 11 my mother gave me a dildo and I took my own virginity and for my 12 birthday she gave me a vibrating egg and a."butt plug. Both of which I use almost daily." Wow," I gushed, genuinely surprised,"well, lets get going, I can hardly wait to be the first man to have his cock up that pretty little pussy of. He brought his left hand behind her shoulders and pull her toward him so that her back was arched her ass well exposed and he was now doing the moving while immobilising her. She was enjoying feeling his cock ramming her. He was massaging her cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart, pressing them together, moving them around in circles. Out of nowhere the sting came. Her first thought was too tell him off, what did he think spanking her? But her pussy told her otherwise. It was like an.