I evensmile. I hide the hammering in my chest, the ice water in my veins, theurge to check my mask. "Wayne, if you were thinking about my nephewduring...that, I'll be very disappointed." I'm almost grateful for theshock -- it means I don't have to think about how much I enjoyed whatjust happened.He doesn't answer me, just lies there. The weight of the room on hisshoulders."You're a beautiful woman," he says finally. "Too beautiful. And I don'tknow how you've done it, but you're not Ellen Bennet.". I am very, very sorry but it was so unbelievable to have your fingers stroke in and out of me; owning me, possessing me, controlling me, making my tiny petite frame shake with orgasm after orgasm.Please may I turn round Master? Please may I turn around to show the class what you’ve done to me? Please may I show them my panting, cum soaked body? Please may I spread my legs and display my dribbling pussy to them? Then could you fuck me again Master? Could you fuck me whilst they stare at me,. But I was also blessed with the probably largest teenage tits in the city. My firm double-D breasts were the main reason that sometimes it smelled unmistakably of boy sweat and fresh sperm in this cellar.It was very common that there was a bit of hanky-panky happening on the beer benches in this basement room. I usually sat against the wall in the semi-darkness with three guys around. One guy to my left, one to my right and another guy in front of me. One by one, they stuck their tongue in my. Ialways had a secret fear of Bill asking to put hismonster in my pussy. I’m quite sure that it would nothave fit then. Today I could accommodate him. But henever once tried any thing like that.A week before school ended, we met as usual. Only thistime I decided I would make it special for him. I jackedfor a few minutes and then began to lick the head of hiscock. He loved it and gently held my head as I took thehead and about 1 inch of shaft into my mouth. When he shot into my mouth, I was.