"Laura, maybe you'd rather not talk about it, especially not to a stranger, but I am anxious to hear the full account of your ordeal." "Not at all, R.... in fact it was I who told Frank that you should be forewarned and I don't mind talking to you about it." She continues, "Frank already told you that we were as new in the country as you are now and some people had warned him that it was not wise to leave a white women alone in an isolated house for any length of time. Since we did not have a. I notice the head counselor for Hillcrest cabin which is for boys, 16-19 walking to the basketball court. His name is Counselor Greg, my pussy’s soul mate. He is at 6ft 1, 195 pounds, A firm 6 pack filled with good definition, short blond hair, he does have a little hair on his face which is not allowed for counselors to have and a good tan. Yep, he looks like the perfect guy for my pussy can have a release. The only problem is, how am I going to get him to notice me? All I know is, he teaches. I remove the ball gag and substitute a wide wedge of rubber that fits over her rear molars and her tongue. This in turn is held in place with a leather trainer that covers her face from nose to neck. At first she resists, but I feel the tension in her jaws dissipate as I finish securing the laces, leaving her mouth incapable of any function except getting used to the taste. I push her onto her back, but only long enough to slip in an anal plug that compensates for its diminished height with a. As she rested her elbows on the desk top, she wiggled her ass as she read instructions to Mike. Erik eased a hand on her butt. One of her hands came back lifting her skirt and Erik slid his hand under. He grasp a cheek, slid under it, cupped her cunt as she slightly spread her thighs and lowered herself. In seconds, Erik had 3 fingers being soaked as they plunged in and out of her. As she got wetter, he inserted the 4th. She read a line to Mike and emphasized “all”. Taking the hint, Erik added.