The scenes of extreme torture depicted in this story must not be repeated, even with consent?Emeraude was really pleased, as the party seemed to be on...a right path? no, it was not the fact of having a successful party, those parties were a common event. Every month during the school year and every two weeks on vacations her house greeted to all the friends she had made into the world BDSM circles. This party in particular pleased her so much because of the amount of new faces she could see from. Then all of a sudden it slipped in and he began to thrust harder forcing the long penis right into me. I could feel his balls banging against my slit and I thought that he must have it all in me and it just felt so good, I did not want it to stop.His left hand was fondling my tits and his right hand went down to my pussy where he was touching and rubbing my clit which was now well and truly woken up and giving me the most lovely feeling.He was certainly pushing it harder and harder into me. I should look for a real woman to help me here.'I guess I was a bit too serious looking because she looked panicked at what I said. I needed to fix it, and fast.I put on a big smile, 'But you do have some other skills I learned about yesterday and today. I'm pretty sure you're better than an old widow lady at those. I will keep you I guess.Anita smiled and threw a pillow at me laughing.'Get up sleepyhead, we need to change the sheets, clean ourselves and get some food cooking, ' I said.With. She comes back & removes her shirt. She has a bikini top on underneath, but still, it makes Sara a little uncomfortable.Her & Sara move on to equations & study those for about half an hour. Sara can't help but look at Mrs. James. She is however busty. She's a slim brunette with long silky hair & a big smile. Soon, Mrs. James begins to notice Sara's curiosity & approaches. "Shall we use the desks or the floor?" She asks."Pardon?" Sara responds with confusion."It's not like I haven't noticed you.