And she could picture Sam, Sam as he was now: sexual and masculine and strong, picking her up in his arms and showing her how a real man did it.Then M...ss Turner looked her dead in the eye, and Becky knew that she was dead.But the teacher just looked past her, not registering the schoolgirl at all before turning her head back to her lover. Becky just looked on, bewildered and still terrified, before realising that Sam had fucked her so hard her glasses had fallen clean off her face. The blush. As soon as the car started my seniors put their bags aside and ordered me to do the same which I did.Then they both started moving their hands on my body and when I protested I was slapped hard on my face and was gagged.O me of them moved his hand inside my skirt and was surprised to find no panties.He called me slut and pressed his two fingers inside me making me whin in pain.I was getting wet much to their pleasure .they continued their exploration on my body until the car stopped which was. Somehow I managed to take them off, and slid my trousers and underpants over my ankles, stepping back into my shoes and quickly stuffing the trousers into my school bag on the floor. I stood before him now and took off my school tie, then undid my white shirt. My cock was pointing directly towards him and I felt his hand on me once gain. I didn’t resist and started to really enjoy him touching me, rubbing up and down. I felt his other hand slide up over my belly and begin to caress my nipples. It wasn't Ann's fist in my pussy that was the problem. Nope, her fist in my pussy was definitely not a problem at all. Quite to the contrary. It was intense, it was extremely hot, ╘hawt╒, even and it was pleasurable beyond my wildest imaginations. No, I shouldn't have worried about the fist in my pussy part.But how should I have known that there was reason to worry about the " ... you have no choice but to cum, and cum, and cum for me..." part?AnnOnce inside the studio I wasted no time in.