The free end whipped around me and clipped the nipple on my right breast.“Ah! Ouch!” I dropped my hands and bent over cupping my nipple.“Stand u...! Put your hands above your head! No one told you to move!”I straightened up and raised my hands. My breasts tightened with my raised arms and my painful nipple tugged. He kept walking round behind me. He caressed my bum as he walked past. I felt a finger slip between my cheeks and into my cunt. I stiffened, wondering if he would notice the vicar’s. Just his engorged erection driving into me as he pinned me to the desk. I heard the scream I stifled by clamping my teeth together come out as a series of grunts and moans. I felt my body squirming under his weight, my heels sliding and kicking back as I tried to move forward. My hands reached forward to grab the edge of the desk, squeezing with everything I had, just trying to brace myself as he began to thrust into me.After five or six thrusts, the initial shock and burning pain from the. I set down the bottle, slowly realizing whatwas happening. I stood up and walked to a mirror, and the reflectionshowed my adolescent boy face with the wavy hair and smooth skin of agirl. I was still in my collared t-shirt and jeans so he look a littleodd. I hadn't realized but the 3 women had left the room but the cartwas still in there. I was curious to see what the cart held, but rightbefore he lifted the sheet, one of the women entered. I quickly sat downand started drying my now long. She was reaching across to lock my door and roll the window all the way up. She leaned farther over to put my keys under the seat. I knew what she was doing, but I never saw any of it. The view of her ass in or rather out of her new bikini held my full attention. She had bought the bikini a few days earlier and had not let me see it, saying it was for a special occasion. It was sure making the view I got, special, that much I can say that. As far as I knew, she had never worn a thong of any.