He pumped hard, heavy balls slapping my clit, staccato rapture to the pain-pleasure radiating out of my pussy. I loved it."Worship me!" I moaned. "Har...er! Hurt me!" Dirty whore!" he laughed, driving into my vessel's sweet pussy harder. "So tight! I never thought the mayor's daughter would be such a whore!" What?" someone yelled."Don't you all recognize the pride of Paris," Jake chuckled, pumping inside me faster. "She's the Mayor's precious daughter. What a fuckin' slut she is!" Yes, yes!". Dad was always away so I lived in a house dominated by my Mom and my baby sister who worshiped me.I was more feminine than her sometimes, which made my mother hit me with a belt a lot of times to erase my deviant behavior.Dad was always away and ignorant of what happened inside his house.I grew with a lot of conflicts but in my outside I tried to develop a heavy macho image, with muscles, football and a lot of girlfriends.Also I was an excellent student with lots of extra classes, I had a. “Are you a virgin or something?” Derek looked at the ground. “You are!” She giggled. “Well it looks like I’m going to have to add another subject to our lesson plan.” She bent over stuffing her tits in his face. “This is called cleavage. Want to taste?” Derek nearly came in his pants. “Yes please.” He slid his tongue along the deep crack of her tits nervously, wishing he could rub his cock in the crack when he was done. She backed off and unbuttoned her blouse, then instructed him to undo her. She ties his ankles to the front legs of the chair, giving him free range for his knees to open and close his legs but he cannot walk (or run) away even if he could stand up. Then she puts rope around his chest under his armpits and tightens it to the top of the chair. 'Right, I'm not standing up from here', he realizes as she makes sure all the ropes are tight enough for what she has planned. "You will do what I say", she starts saying as she moves around the chair toward the front, "... or.