Being a frequent reader of stories posted on ISS through out last 10 years I only had the chance to write only one real story of mine and I have creat...d a separate email id to be in touch with the writers and readers of stories here.On January second week, I received an email saying, Hi aveie,I have came across your story about the incident on a bus. I wanted to know do you have published any more stories about that type of experiences which you had on buses. It recalled my memories of small. Another stab with the needle in her right cunt lip and she now sported rings in both labia.Louise wept with pain and humiliation. How long could she endure this abuse? She already felt weak and despaired finishing the required weekend debauch at the hands of the college executives. And what of the years beyond, once her ambitions were all fulfilled? How many depraved sex sessions would she have to endure, possibly some at the hands of strangers?She shrieked at the volcanic stab of pain in her. He barely acknowledged her presence as he entered and exited her office and almost never called her into his. It had become difficult for her to speak with him as well. Stacey began to suspect that her stunt at the Christmas party had created a permanent state of awkwardness between them. One day, the last day of January, Stacey found herself once again with her ear to the wall outside Spencer’s office. He’d been tapping away on his keyboard for nearly half an hour. This was unusual because. She swallowed again, never once breaking eye-contact with me, the primal lust burning like a fire behind her eyes, as she accepted my cum down her throat.We stayed like that for a long while, both of us trying to get our breathing to return to normal. “So how was she”, I heard the familiar voice from the top of the stairs. My heart leapt from my chest as I instantly recognized the voice. I stood up and quickly spun around, coming face to face with my wife, standing on the top step of the.