.. she the prey... He the predator.Seeing Him thus made her body sing with pleasure, His words to her moments before ringing in her slut's ears. Unrob...ng quickly she climbs onto the bed, feeling His gaze roam her flesh, melodic tunes soothing her raw nerves.Laying on her back, drawing her knees to her chest, her hips lifting slightly off the bed, she places the oiled toy to her tight hole. feeling it quiver as she teases around the rim. It was no longer a lifeless toy, it was now His hard cock.. ’ ‘And pass out the student handbooks,’ she said, nodding. He looked at her hands, holding a binder against her chest. She could be a hand model, he thought. She wore no nail polish, and needed none. You don’t paint lilies. They were going into the auditorium. ‘Do you mind if I sit with you? First day, I don’t know anybody,’ he said with a grin. She smiled. ‘Okay. I don’t know anybody either.’ Then, ‘What was your name again?’ ‘Charlie. And you’re–?’ As if he’d forgotten. ‘Carol.’ ‘Carol.’ . All of them knew me as master or brother-in-law of the owner. I too had seen them in the shop but had not noticed with interest. His wife Sheela, eldest girl Shweta, it was her birthday about 17 years studying +1 stunningly beautiful, Next boy Sandeep about 16 years studying in tenth class and the last one Sandhya 14 years in 8th class. She is also budding beauty. Above all Sheela is also best peace may be around 35 years but looks not a day older than 30. Sheela asked Shweta to touch my feet. My legs shook, as did my everything, that sensation pulsating from my love nub, lower stomach, and irradiating all over me. I was possessed by him; I was his to use, and there was no turning back. The wetter I got, the further he went inside of me, and soon his cock started consistently hitting that deeper part of me. Every sound coming out of me got even more desperate."Oh, fuck, Sophia…." He groaned in pleasure, and my will to ask him to stop, to tell him it was too deep, it was gone. It hurt.