It wasn’t going to enter.‘Come here, I’ll help’Sophie walked over and grabbed the huge dick, both hands held it, she made it look heavy, she p...essed against my ass.‘Relax, it won’t hurt as much’She pushed harder, I could feel the pain but there was no movement.Sophie grabbed my cock with her hand.‘You need to relax, every time you feel your prostate contract I will press this harder, your ass will slowly let it in’She jacked me off and pushed this huge cock again and again but the only thing. We had been out to a “School Reunion” night in a well known Blackpool pub, both dressed in uniform, Steve in Blazer, shirt, tie and flares, me in blazer, white shirt, school tie and an ultra short navy skirt, typical of my wear at school just three years earlier. It was not more than 15 mins walk to our B&B, but after a night drinking ciders and shots I soon needed the loo, Steve said that he thought all the loos would be locked at nearly midnight, he stopped a couple rushing home and asked. And he'd relished the journey.Now, unseeingly, Blake stared down at his fingers tangled in the shining red gold curls as he threaded them back from her face, lost in the memories. It had taken almost two years to fully break her. He’d watched her, day after day, watched the fight leave her, the acceptance swim in. Slowly, slowly, the hope died away. In those two years he never clothed her, he hardly spoke to her, and never her name. He bathed her daily, shaved her legs, armpits, and pussy. When she came to collect my payment, she told me that she’d be off work around one and she was anticipating hearing from me. I looked at my watch. It was only 9:30. I put a $100 bill on the table as Stella's tip, went home and spent the next three hours debating making the call, which naturally I made. We spent almost four hours talking that night. We got to know pretty much everything about each other. Stella told me that she was twenty-two, and her birthday was in a month. I told her I was.