She had only sucked my cock since the mattress had been added to the shack. She was nowhere near being able to get the cock down her throat. She tri...d though. The head would touch the back of her throat and she would be so excited she couldn't relax her throat enough to get it farther down.This day I decided I didn't want to fuck her on the bed. I had her put her hands on the wall on either side of the narrow window looking down the path. She had to stand on some bricks that had been in. After finishing the lab she told me to stay there. I helped her in closing the labs.She put her hand over my shoulder and grabbed me close to her and asked what my problem was. I said there was nothing. She then enquired about my old schooling and friends. And that made me more and more nervous. Tears began to role up from my eyes. I bent to her breast. She tapped my head in a warmth. ” do you have any boy friends?”. She asked in a very serious voice. ” no….teacher…never”.I stared at her and. I knew what was coming, I squirmed and resisted but he slapped my ass hard and forced a finger in my hole. I screamed, he pulled my head up by my hair with one hand, put a pillow in place underneath my head, slapped my face and pushed my head into the pillow so I wouldn't make too much noise. It really hurt, but I knew what was coming. What he was doing was getting my ass ready for his cock. He had to get it to open up enough so he could begin penetration. I found that if I was still it. Wilson approached me. He was alone. Apparently his wife didn't escort him to Sunday afternoon press conferences."Sorry kid," he started. "I wasn't trying to blind-side ya up there. But I've gotta tell ya that your little stunt at the party really bummed me out. Are you gonna tell me how you knew about it?" That depends. Are you asking as Mr. Wilson, the gossip columnist? Or are you asking as my friend, Earl?" I asked."Look, kid. I told you. There's no such thing as off the record with me," he.