Kirsten yawned, stretching her arms over her head releasing her breasts from under the duvet, I quickly moved towards them, licking and kissing her ni...ples, Kirsten let out a small moan. She then answered my question "No, I am off today luckily but I don't want to me anyway." I kissed her on the lips and said "I will put the kettle on and what do you fancy for breakfast?" She replied "You of course". I laughed and said "I mean food wise?" as I got out of bed and headed for the door. Kirsten. What was worse was that there seemed to be a never-ending stream of new experiences that were being thrust upon her. She worried that she would never be able to return to being just a girl.Being treated like a pony or being bound or having her nipples clamps were examples of normal existence now that would have been unthinkable before the summer started. Being kept naked was another example. While she loved the all-over tan that she was developing, it would have been considered wanton and. My tits started to jiggle because of his force and they smashed against the glass. It felt like I was being slapped across each nipple, only ten times more intense. “Yeah, baby!” Mr. Jordan cried out, “take my cock up your tight little ass!” His hands connected to my skin, short and sharp, and left stinging marks up and down my ass. He continued to slap with more intensity, in time with his thrusts, each slap more intense than the last, each one leaving a red mark across my skin. “Fuck me, Mr.. Smriti: sirrr… yeh kya kar rahe hai aap???Tutor: tum chup chap question pe dhyaan do. Tumhare exams aa rahe hai!!He unbuttoned he shirt.. now her complete naked front was visible.The tutor was unable to control himself and started caressing her body in pretext of wiping it.Tutor: tum bra nahi pehenti kya??Smriti: raat ko nahi pehenti sir!Tutor: hmmm… kaafi acchhe booobs hai tumhare… I’ll get you a sexy bra tmrw, a kind of in which you can sleep also.Smriti: iski zaroorat nahi hai sir..Tutor.