When I drove up to the split level home, I could see that the neighborhood was probably upper-middle class. I pulled into the circular drive and parke... near the front door; I grabbed the cinnamon buns that I purchased for a tasty gift.As I approached the door, CC opened the door and I almost dropped the buns. At the door stood a green-faced, hair curler covered head, buck-toothed, dirty robe-clad woman. She gave me a glare and then couldn’t hold it anymore. She started with a giggle and by the. Her arms were over head in a spread eagle position and on wrist was tied to the head board. She looked at me with a come-hither look and a sly smile on her face. She said, "Tie my other wrist. I'm nothing to you tonight but a fuck toy. Use my body for your pleasure." Very well," I replied and tied her securely to the bed.I decided to push her buttons more than usual so I untied her and rolled her over onto her tummy before retying her more securely to the bed posts. I raised her hips roughly. "Of course, you'll be dressed appropriately for these classes. Now you'll find a stack of magazines and some tins of house paint in the first room on the right upstairs. I want you to decorate that room as you think is proper for a girl like you."What defiance I had left in me faded as my stomach started to turn. Accepting defeat, I spritzed some floral perfume on myself to quell some rolling discomfort as I went upstairs.At least the room is big, I thought, upon opening the door. And sure. It hurt so much. I started pleading for him to stop. “Spread ‘em, spread ‘em good and wide and I'll stop.”Tears were welling in my eyes, more for fear than anything else. I knew it would hurt to be deflowered, and I was afraid. He laid me back down, and I was crying as I opened my legs. He grabbed my ass and squeezed, I opened my mouth because my body’s reaction was to moan- my ass was very sensitive and having it touched made me hot- but made no sound.He ran his tongue all over my pussy, and I.