I really hurt, and sometimes touching hurts." Lay on your tummy if you can, Baby." You grabbed my favorite lotion, soothing oatmeal and lavender, and ...ently rubbed my arms first. "Does that hurt?" No, actually feels good."I relaxed as you did my arms and legs. However, when you touched my neck, I cringed, and squealed, "Ouch. Not so hard, that hurts." Sorry, Lover." With a soft feathery touch, you continued slowly, pausing to ask if I was fine every so often. Little by little, you felt me. He was shocked to be getting directed how to fuck me but daddy and I are not playing around. He got it and got it good because that brotha was deep in that pussy. By now daddy and the other brotha were on their knees at my head filling my mouth full of cock each taking turns fucking my throat making me gag and choke on my own saliva at times. I was moaning out so loud daddy told me to be quiet. Yeah right!!! They kept fucking my throat and holding my legs spread high for the other brotha who. Inside were several fairly big queues of students lining up in front of several desks were people were handing out packs. The information Marcus had been sent stated he needed to be in queue A, which was over to his left. Marcus joined the queue which was moving very slowly. After what seemed like half an hour he was eventually at the head of queue.Sat behind the desk were two girls a blonde and an Asian girl with dyed pink hair. Marcus had never been a hit with the ladies as he was always just. You hear a contented sigh from me and I work my hand inside your shirt to stroke your chest and nipples through your undershirt.You thrill to the soft firm flesh of my inner thighs as your hand creeps slowly upwards. I open my legs to accommodate your hand as you reach my upper thigh. You feel the heat, the humidity of my sex, and yet your hand is still inches away from my panty-covered mound. Your fingers reach the border of the stocking and the soft skin of my thigh, tracing the border of the.