The baggy shirt had hidden her large firm breasts well, he hadn’t guessed she was so…fleshy. She finished undoing her shirt and glided it off her ...houlders, slowly brushing her hair back as she did. “Give me a twirl, let me see you.” She turned on her tiny feet, her back arched a little as her whole body blushed. She couldn’t believe what he could make her do, what he could make her want. James caught his breath as he followed a bead of sweat from her hair down her soft back, over her round. Each time she passed out from the pain, icy water was dumped on her naked, bleeding body. From the soles of her feet to the top of her bald head, her body was a mass of whip marks, welts and bleeding stripes. Not a square inch of her body was spared - even her face was covered in welts. She was forced to spread herself with her fingers so her abusers could focus their blows directly on her asshole and cunt. They finished up by working her over with fists and boots. By the time Tulsa's. That's right ? lethim feel hurt? upset? whatever. I don't care. I'm just tied up here? oh shit.And my pussy is still pounding, an obvious reminder of how stupid I was acting. Blue balls might feel bad, but an unsatisfied crotch is not picnic either? itaches and clenches against itself, the emptiness taunting? ?I'm sorry, baby?? is all I can softly whisper. I really try to sound as sweetand contrite as I can. I want to rub my thighs together to release some ofthe tension, but I stop myself. I. During lunch, he’d sit in the park and pathetically look at the pretty schoolgirls prancing about in their skimpy clothes. If he was lucky, he might catch the cheerleader squad practicing. Then he’d go back to teaching, hopefully meet Jane at some point during the day and head back home, exhausted and miserable. After a few more days of this drudgery, he received a parcel – it was a bottle of Predatrix. This only reminded him of his misery and he kept it in his school bag before drifting off to.