Releasing his cock. Shoving it inside me. He was fucking me. He was r****g me. Taking what no man has the right to take. I hated him so much then... I could feel my skin get hot and my rage flare. God I hated him...because I liked it. Oh heaven help my, I loved it! I began to cry then. No sobbing or choking through my underwear still jammed in my mouth. Just tears running down the sides of my face. He saw my tears and licked them off, the sick fucker. My sick fucker. With his hard. 'Let's give this a try.' he said handing it to her. 'Hurry up. Put it on.' LP put one then the other into her mouth. 'You're right Mr. Newnen. She is a fast learner.' She stepped in and pulled them up to her pucker and her folds. Lined them up and started to press.They were big and even though she was desensitized from the previous ones, it was tender down there. 'Here, let me give you a hand.' with that Coach reached down with one hand and pushed them all the way in. LP's legs almost gave out. She fainted, and the last thing she remembered feeling was the dampness inher panties. Whenamber awoke she was tied to a bed, her hands bound together and to the bar thatran across the top of the bed, her ankles were shackled apart but hidden bywhat was left of her skirts. Struggling was no use, it seemed to tighten herbounds, Amber bit her lip to stop from crying out, shehad been told about the man in the castle, he had often plagued her deepestdreams but she did not want to succumb to him as. ‘But we’re different people to your parents, in different times. Conformance to the norm isn’t quite so socially necessary now, as Denise just pointed out. Plus, we don’t exactly have to advertise what we do.’ ‘So, do you still think it’s wrong, Stan?’ asked Denise, with an arched eyebrow. ‘When you put it like that… no! Just different, I guess,’ he answered. ‘Vives les différences!’ Anne quipped. Denise giggled, and Stan added ‘Quelles différences!’ ‘Anne?’ Denise asked, ‘What do you want?’.