"Amy, how did I make her cry?" I asked. "We had a conversation that's all." Eric, you've never asked her to dance," she said."Is dancing with her a re...uirement?" I asked."Well ... no but it would be nice," she said. "Eric, you just don't understand life in her country. The women over there are treated like shit. They're second class citizens." Amy, you don't understand life over here. Men are treated like shit. WE'RE second class citizens," I said laughing."Okay explain that one," she. “Well, well,” said Kat. “This is nice, but not quite right somehow.” She licked her lips. “Kelly, you need to get off your knees.” As Kelly rose, Kat fixed Sara Valentine with a stare. “And it’s time for you to get on yours.”Working together, Kat and Kelly released the teacher from the bed and retied her hands behind her back. Once Ms. Valentine was kneeling on the floor, Kat sat down on the bed. From a pocket she produced a pair of nipple clamps that she fastened onto Sara Valentine’s tender. She could feel how tight she was because her daddys cock was already in and Hector had to finally slam himself the rest of the way in. She screamed. She felt so fucking full, her tiny, young body being stretched in every direction. Two large cocks both forcing their way deeper into both of her holes. She felt it when they began to move, their cocks moving inside her in a dance that seemed perfectly choreographed. One second she was all but empty, and the next she was stretched so fucking full.. Though it was partly brought on by frustration after Jonathan and I had a bit of a tiff on the phone one evening about three weeks ago. Things have never been the same in the Freeman’s household ever since.Once we had finished the meal, Jonathan and I sat on the sun loungers sipping our wine and Adam disappeared inside, soon to reappear with the intent of going for a swim. I watched his lithe but firm body make its way to the edge of the pool and rather than dive in the deep end he sat on the.