I began gasping for air. My breathing had become shallow, because that was all I could manage with the rope around me. We walked through a doorway. I ...ould tell because I had knocked into it on my way in. He pushed me onto the bed and left me there. I had heard him walk out of the room. I lay on my side giving me some relief from the pressure exerted on my limbs, but I was still uncomfortable. A searing pain was now ripping through my shoulders. I thought I was going to cry, but I just waited.. Oh, said John as he walked into the room. Sorry, said Olivia, Im Miss Smith, Amys teacher, we realised we only lived 2 streets apart. John looked at the teacher and he liked what he saw. Little did he know that she was as warped as he was. Uh, thank you, he stuttered. Amy was telling me how much you look after her. You must be very close. Thanks, said John, Amy says how much she likes school. I must be off, said Olivia, and as she turned, she winked at Amy. At the door, she stopped and bent. You interest me. I does not want to see Bull ever. You can see him when you want to fuck with him, but at the end of the day you’ve got to be in my bed. I want sex twice a week.-He wants …-I don’t care what he wants. What do you want?-What if I don’t accept the proposal?-Pick up things, so with him, do whatever you want.-Sex once a week.-OKEvery time when we have sex she could sit on my face, I must to clean pussy of cum and lick her to orgasm. This behavior was weird, so I started reading. A guy in his mid fifties, balding and a mat of thick grey-white hair down his chest and belly and a drain pipe of a cock. Completely bronzed all over. His companion, a fair haired lady I would put at least ten years his junior, lay on her tummy beside him, propped up on her forearms reading. Nice bum, smooth pussy too. I put our cool box under the tufts of some dune grass not far away in an attempt to keep our beers cold. Not long after we had both removed our shorts a couple, well into their.