Then Mr. H ripped open my shirt and unhooked my bra freeing my tits. He pawed roughly at them, squeezing them pinch the nipples. I struggled to break ...ree but that was met with another SMACK. Forced to my knees Mr. H released his cock from the confines of his pants. "Suck!" his voice ordered. I was scared, but at the same time so turned on. I loved the control he had over me. Happily I slipped his cock head into my mouth. I started licking softly starting at the base and working my way up. "You. Then the man began pushing the dick in and out of my hand. Through the wall I could hear the muffled moans of the stranger I was jerking off. As I was jerking the man off, I realized my nipples were poking through my shirt. Even though it was made of thick material, my nipples could clearly be seen as if the fabric was a seer silk. The more the man moved and moaned the hotter I got. Never had I experience such acceleration and excitement. It was beyond anything I had ever felt. My hand began. I almost cried when they both came because I wanted it to go on and on.’ She seemed close to tears now. ‘What is it Amy, you can tell us,’ said Jo, then seriously, ‘they didn’t hurt you did they. They’ll be in trouble if they did!’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘they didn’t hurt me. I’m a bit sore but that’s to be expected isn’t it.’ Then she started crying. I held her tightly to me, ‘Oh Amy, Amy, what is it. What’s upset you.’ ‘I’m a slut,’ she managed to mumble in between her sobs. ‘I enjoyed it so much I. Looking slightly flushed and bright-eyed, she stepped up to just behind my upthrust ass. For the first time ever, I felt the solid bump and firm pressure of a dildo’s knob nudging into the lips of my slit. Melanie pressed it slowly inwards for an inch or so, and then withdrew it – the sensation from the pulling out being more erotic even than that from the driving inward. My ginger hair had been plaited into two pig-tails, as usual, for the Guides meeting, and now Melanie gripped one in each.