‘Umm hun, the head’s not even in yet, you’re too tense, I can’t get in without pushing hard, which I don’t want to do,’ I was gutted, I su...gested he just push in hard and quick and see if once the head was in the pain would subside. ‘If you’re sure, please tell me if it hurts bad.’ Andy’s fingers grabbed and squeezed my arse cheeks and spread them apart as he thrust into me. I yelped and automatically jumped forward, pulling my arse away from him, so what small amount had managed to penetrate. As usual when I should have been working hard I had let my mind wonder and was texting away to all my friends on Facebook, which is fast becoming an addiction. I have been on for a matter of days and have become obsessed and a bit of a minx.The conversations I have been having have been getting a little hot under the collar with some, which prompted me to get more daring so I asked my new best friends to vote on what I should do with my "Lady Garden". Now don't get me wrong I am not one of. We reached our teenage years and we spentweekends together we would go into town and spend a few hours in andaround the shops buying the thing's teenagers do records, clothes earlymake up for the teenage girl and when asked I always had advice forCatherine and what suited her.At home I was still spending more time at my grandmothers than home.Mother had her share of boyfriends and I was kept away from it mygrandmother telling her as I overheard that different men coming andgoing was no way for. Upstairs, Rebecca, totally bedraggled, now stained with tears and piss and who was marked across her back and front with livid red scars from the beating she had received, was lying on the Countess’s bed as the Countess and Caroline gently washed and stroked her. Rebecca had occasionally visited BDSM clubs and, although she was normally the dominant mistress, she had allowed herself to be punished occasionally when the mood took her. However, in those places, she had rarely received more than a.