He was really going for it, twisting her tits and nips as he slammed into her puss from behind.“Bet you’re glad you came,” I sad encouragingly,...“Usually you’d a bin fucked by forty blokes by now and not decent white blokes neither.”She weren’t listening, she mightn’t have wanted it but she were certainly making the most of it.That was when Denzil the filthy bastard made his mistake. Instead of wiping his dick on a rag like a normal human being he grabs the poor bitch a bit rough and forces. She was clearly a student here, a petite thing wearing a tight t-shirt that molded to her little breasts. It was clear she had no bra on. Her skirt was short and pleated, a tartan affair. She also had on such heavy makeup. She must want to get caught by Officer Lance.“Ruri here will be your partner,” the dean said. “We thought her petite form and your busty figure would be the perfect contrast for your performance.”“Er, performance?” I asked.“For the fundraiser.” The dean stared at me. “The one. You don't want me to keep these, by the way, do you?" "Err, no thanks. Did you enjoy it?" "Rob fucking me, yes. And yes, I came a couple of times before you ask! I can't wait until we get to the hotel so we can do it properly. For the next three days, he can have me whenever he wants. Hope you're enjoying your fantasy, I know I am. Look, he's just coming back to the car as I sent him out to pick up some more supplies as he only had one in his wallet. I love you my cuckold husband." The line. My boots and jeans were first to go, shortly followed by my sweatshirt which left me in my bra and panties, still struggling wildly. Karen reached to her hip and produced a hunting knife; now I really was scared, it's nine inch blade glinted in the sunlight and it was obviously razor sharp.?Come on, whore, let's see those tits.? Karen slid the knife under my bra between my breasts and, with a quick flick of her wrist cut it in two. Then I felt the knife against my hip, another flick of the.