Within one week of the incident she had been married of to Jon Keefe, her father’s 45-year-old widowed co-worker. She had seen Jon for the first ti...e in the chapel where they had been married. A fat bald man with tobacco stained teeth Jon had been unable to walk straight as he was too drunk. Anna had sobbed uncontrollably throughout the ceremony and had only said ‘yes’ after her father had slapped her a couple of times to ‘shut her sniveling’. Jon had stood by quietly as she was beaten, Anna. I was busy kissing her lips and her boobs over her bra. She told me, “Sarika you are so beautiful” and her hands started moving over my breast. I started breathing heavily. It was looking as if my boobs will come out of bra if not freed. I opened her bra clips and start sucking her nipples. She was getting excited and was wet at her bottom. I was wearing a white cotton bra the same which school girl wears. She told me “Sarika, You should wear push-up Bra’s. I said, “Mam, can you get me some of. I was feeling strong and my new clothes were bursting at the seams. The guys in my room bellyached every time I squeezed a tennis ball too hard and it burst open, but they didn't challenge me physically. Even Jarvis had learned not to mess with me.As the week progressed, a few details about the spring football program trickled down to our thirsty ears. Jordan and his group of senior cadets were negotiating with other schools to play a game or two. Most of the public high schools were associated. Just the way he knows will cause me to lose control.The orgasm inside me is building, the warmth turning into a fire that starts at my cherry-red ass and blushing back, seeming to jolt my rock-hard nipples and my engorged clit. My eyes roll back into my head as I start trembling all over. Daddy notices and pulls out of my throat, leaving me gasping for air before the begging starts. “Daddy, Master... MASTER! Please, please fuck me! Fuck your little whore, please? I need it, please gods,.