She shakes her head yells ‘I thought you were different. You are just like all these other guys around here. You think with your dick.’ I am beyon... pissed off now and a dead calm comes over me and I lower my voice to just above a whisper. In almost a growl I say ‘What?, I haven’t tried anything with you. I have been polite and acted like a gentlemen all night. You are the one that started this shit. Not me. All I asked you is if you needed a ride home. I never once suggested anything else. You. "She was behind me now and I felt her hands on my shoulders. She caressed them gently, almost absentmindedly as she spoke softly. "I had to call you and ask you down to meet and talk once again - especially after reading the piece in the paper - I am sorry she's gone, I know how close you were." Yes." I replied, trying to hide my feelings and then, failing miserably felt the tears come again. Someone once said that grief is like seasickness - when it strikes, it takes over totally, and just. Cuction was so strong that my clit was sucked in so fast and it seamed that it made him bigger. i moaned it was wonderfull man said – go on guys now its your turn So they began my pussy pounding that i was cuming like never in my life one by oune they was fucking me i was moaning and plesure was incredible i lost count how many times they had fucked me that day but sure alot of cum left in me . After they was done, and i had another orgasm they took of all instruments from me and untieed. My cock was pulsating with anticipation. However, I lifted her up and explained to her that I had to turn the cameras on to record and switch on to a live feed on the TV. I then had her leave the room for her grand entrance. I grabbed one of the cameras off the tripod and had her knock and come in. She entered wearing her Catholic school girl outfit. Still unsure of herself, her head was bowed. To build her confidence up I told her again how beautiful she was (a blatant lie) and she looked up.