I was beginning to feel comfortable around this guy and having a good time. I started noticing him grabbing his crotch and was immediately turned on a...d started staring at his crotch area so he would whip it out. This study room was big enough for two people, and the door had a window, so we didn't feel safe to mess around in there too much. So he just stroked his huge cock for me to see while we studied, or tried to study. We were both so horny. I was precumming like crazy and just wanted to. He took a handful of hair again and twisted it, pulling my face up. "Slap her again," someone said. "I'm a not dirty whore!" I whimpered. SNAP! "Oohhhh!" "I bet your fuckin cunt is sopping," Johan said angrily, twisting my hair tighter. I gasped as the fingers of his other hand slid over my hot slippery pussy. "So you're a lying dirty whore too. You know, lying dirty whores get punished." "I'm sorry! I'm a dirty whore! Ohh Goddd, please don't punish me!" Johan released my hair. There is no part of my body that is not physically, palpably hurting, aching dully or stinging with pain without reprieve. The endorphins have long worn off – a frustrating paradox. What is now pain that I want direly to escape was precisely what was integral in bringing about the incredible rush that I had craved all my life in the first place. Such sadistic pain giving such perverse pleasure, and now, even feeling the full extent of hurt and no longer able enjoy it, there remained a deep. Then, swiftly, my boxer shorts were pulled down and a hand gripped my penis. ‘Wow, Andrea is definitely a different woman,’ I thought, and closed my eyes to savour the sensual stroking of my growing erection. When I felt lips on the tip of my cock, I looked down and saw… Andrea’s mother on her knees, sucking my spongy helmet.“Good God, Mrs Jones,” I blurted.She stopped sucking and smiled up at me. “Don’t worry, it’s all part of our family fun,” she said and stood to whisper in my ear, “Please,.