I was determined to endure whatever necessary to reach the point where I was 'ready' - without really knowing what that meant - as soon as possible.Am...ngst the other prisoners I became known as 'the naked girl', because I was the only one who wasn't allowed to wear any clothes. All the others wore the shirt and skirt made of sackcloth, except at bath-time and during interrogation and punishment. It occurred to me that their clothes were much better fitting than mine had ever been.At times, the. "He clearly didn't like my answer, as he slapped me hard across the face before forcing my head towards his crotch, slipping his cock between my soft lips and into my wet mouth. Before I knew what was going on he started pounding away at my mouth, thrusting in and out, back and forth. I gagged and choked as he used me, tearing up with every slap of his body against my face. This continued for about 3 minutes, until eventually i felt a liquid squirt down the back of my throat. He pulled out and. She was, and felt aroused, and left her fingers where they were for a moment, and felt her fingers slide along the lips of her private pussy and gasped with erotic awareness that servitude seemed to mingle with sexiness in her case at least. She moaned with passion, but just at that moment, she heard Melissa and Chiara coming back down the stairs and quickly removed her fingers and adjusted her dress, reckoning she had got away without being spotted with her hand down her knickers.Chiara. ." Melissa moaned, begging to be fucked rougher. She tightened her grip around Paul's waist with her legs and began to thrust upward, her pussy meeting Paul's dick with more intensity after each thrust. She moaned loudly, arching her back, trying desperately to get fucked as hard and fast as she could.All she cared about was the ever-building orgasm brought on by his relentless thrusting. Paul groaned through gritted teeth, his hands resting either side of Melissa's head as he continued to pump.