It was my 4th year at the School for the Blind. I had been injured in a car accident at the age of 10, and in the accident glass and other debris went...into my eyes and left me completely blind. And just before I turned 12 my parents sent me to a special school so I could learn how to live with my new limitations.Now the next 2 years were mostly spent in learning how to live in a world made for those that were sighted. How to read again, how to handle money, how to take a bus, and a great many. She was moving her hips as much as she could in that confined space, pushing her rear end back against my firm cock. This time, there were no inhibitions about noise and she was not particularly quiet. In fact, she was doing a lot of moaning and groaning and, from time to time, she told me that she liked something and asked me to do it again. When I rolled her nipples between my fingers she gasped and reached down to get hold of my cock.It was a bit of a struggle but we eventually managed to. On the far wall, she saw their play-rape artfully framed and reflected in full in the mirror across the room and she watched their bodies move in tandem, his pole alternately laid bare then buried big back up her rump, she leisurely meeting his lengths, his lines leveraging and her curves swaying, their forms beautifully functioning together – a surreal brew she immersed herself in as both voyeur and participant. Aware of a dull, vague ache of her sphincter muscle, she readjusted her stance. “I don’t know, and you know this is WRONG. Let us go. Uhhh. Stop!” Vivian groaned as the man clasped her underneath her hips and slowly positioned her pussy above the giant red phallus. “No!” Vivian squealed as Anatoli swiftly lowered her exposed pussy onto the gargantuan shaft. Her cunt hugged every inch of the invading cock as she groaned with the sense of complete fullness, her pussy assaulted by sensations as she was brutally penetrated by the artificial prick. Anatoli walked over to his.