"Wha ... Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" Even more fear gripped me. Trying to make myself a smaller target, I curled into as tight a ba...l as I could. Using my arms, I pulled my knees up until they brushed the side of my face. Then I tucked my head down, using my knees as additional protection."George, listen to me. You've done nothing wrong. I'm crying because no one deserves to be treated like you described. Normally, I treat battered women and rape victims. Very few of them. Sometimes my friends gave me the phone numbers of prostitutes. But I never wanted to go to them because they come just for money. I wanted someone who was also burning with passions like me. My sister’s marriage was arranged we all became very busy. It was then my long awaited desires were fulfilled. Our servant was doing all the house work and I was helping her in everything. One day all went shopping and my servant and I were left alone in the house .She was cleaning the house with a long. .Jess Learns Some New Tricks Jess was squirming as she was carried over Daddy’s shoulder to the bedroom, he’d lifted her up like she was light as a feather, her little legs kicking in the air, her bottom was getting smacked only lightly but it was a promise of more to come, much more she guessed, “ Oh Daddy that was so bad of you, who was she? pleeeeease tell me” she didn’t expect him to tell her but she would keep trying, she would be spanked for sure if she did that, her head was spinning,. "Oh my God! That is so big!"She was certain it was the teacher now because he exclaimed,"Good girl, take it in all the way, pretty one. Daddy likes your tight little hole."Amy worked hard to milk the teacher and was successful beyond her expectations when he flooded her vagina with a river of creamy cum. She wondered if the man had put her in a family way because he had gotten up so deep and given her a copious load in the most fertile area of her female interior.She knew he didn't recognize.