Maybe he’d laugh. Maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he wouldn’t let her come for a year.Heading to her room, she dug out some paper and a few pens. Black... Blue. Red. Did he say he’d wanted them in different colours? Should each line be a different colour, or each set of lines? She didn’t have any other pens. Half of her considered going out and buying some and then she told herself she was being ridiculous. Perhaps she should just type up the lines on her laptop, print them out in different colours.. It was too late to call now, and it was Friday, so she'd have to wait until Monday to call him and hopefully get her answers.Lucy kicked Amy under the table to get her attention."Sorry, I was miles away," Amy said."I could see that, Amy," Lucy said with a slight smile. "Thinking about last night?" Yeah, but probably not in the way you mean."Lucy looked at her with a questioning expression and, just barely visible, a sad understanding of what Amy was saying."Still thinking about how it happened. I keep my cock balls deep in her pussy, and she wriggles her ass around my thumbs. I start stirring things up back there, and she squeals while bouncing up and down on my cock. After enjoying that view for a while, I pull my cock out of her pussy, and spread my thumbs apart. I point my wet cock at her anus and push forward between my thumbs. As I slowly push forward, I remove one thumb then the other, until I’m balls deep in her ass. She has been holding her breath through this entire ordeal,. I was bleeding! From my pussy! My flower had blossomed? It was too late. Unable to escape from his cock I sat writhing in terrible pain as his cock grew, deeper and wider inside of me. Tears streaming down my face, my bloody hand before me, I was impaled and desperate, stuck here on top of James, until he found me and humiliated me in the morning, his huge cock wedged inside of me.His penis had stopped growing, but still I cried in pain and humiliation. And just when I thought nothing could get.