He was suddenly over his fit of anger. Strangely, she felt disappointment. She would like to be made to serve his need. It had been no game. She had b...en powerless before his raging, and now that she was no longer in danger she wanted that rage back, wanted him to take her by force in his anger. Without conscious decision, she heard herself say ‘Take me like a bitch then. I took your Rosie not two hours ago. And she loved it!’ Her eyes bored into his, daring him to believe her. She saw that he. White blouse and brown school jumper. Smallish bit perfectly nice looking tits. Kelly's brown hair was very long, and worn in a fashionable beehive. She had make-up caked on, in he way that girls of that age do. Fearful to face the world, yet desperate for the approval of men they trowel it on. I rather find that fetching actually. Kelly had tinted foundation and blusher on. Eyebrows fiercely pencilled in till they looked like two caterpillars. Dark mascara thick on. Scarlet lipstick. I rather. I told him that I had been ordered to - but I swear I did not tell him it was you, ‘people would not understand,’ you said. But he seemed to understand, somehow, told me I was good for obeying.” Watching her hand run up and down his shaft for a moment, she continued, “I’m not really sure how, but um, he seemed to just, you know, know what to do”.“What do you mean, Izzy?” Alex asked, pressing her head down onto his shaft for a moment before letting her up to answer.‘He, um, was playing with me,. I just planted my hands flat against the walls on either side of me, closed my eyes and let her just get on with what she was doing. I felt my breast expanding in her hands, my nipple thickening and hardening and lengthening inside her mouth. And I could feel how my love-hole was still swollen and slick from my own orgasmic fingering a few minutes before. And it wasn't long before her suckling on my teat sent shock-waves down the nerves that directly connect tit, clit and cunt. The throbbing.