My screamswere muffled by your large hand and I could do nothing buttake the punishment you so cruelly meted out. “You are goingto enjoy this” you...whispered again whilst nibbling my earlobes and you reached round, found my clit and rubbed it,and me, into complete submission! You were right I lovedit. That deep and painful penetration, my stretchednessand the growing, waves of pleasure that signaled my completeand utter satisfaction. I loved both sides of you, the darkand the light, the good and. The voice was a caress, a brush of tickling lips against the tender places of my mind. It was not a command, but a suggestion, and it was hardly a suggestion I wanted to refuse. I left my sleeping lover, and followed the sweet sound. The voice beckoned me through proud groves and serene ponds, guiding me along a path of massive twisting maple roots. The roots seemed to grow denser as I walked, overlapping each other, creating huge bridges of black wood that arced and weaved a hundred feet from. Jean loved to reading about how the older womanpushed the little girl's face between her legs and mashed hersmelly old cunt into her face. Telling her what a sweet thingshe was and how good a little cunt sucker she would become.All the while rubbing her self on the trembling girl's mouth andtongue. Jean had been masturbating for about a year prior tofinding this material. After that time, masturbation became atleast a twice-daily activity. When she started work at the Detroit plant things. Theyve heard me talk about you, pet, and they couldnt wait to try you out themselves. Yes, Sir. Ill do it, I say as I walk towards the living room. Of course you will, slut, you reply as you follow me to our audience, you have to. I walk into the living room, and I see two men: one who is large, bearded and has a smile on his face, the other who is heavy, short and already unzipping his pants. I also see a woman, but she is dressed in mens dress clothing, different than the type of woman Im.