” Kneel!!” shouted the black guy, so I kneel next to the chair. The black guy ties my thighs to the legs of the chair. The ropes are tied expertly...so I can’t move my legs. But not so tight they hurt me. He pushes my head forward so I am d****d over and ready for use. The other younger gut jumps up and says, “My turn now.” Right Bitch this is going to hurt.” As he roughly shoved his cock up my arse and then started ramming into me like he was trying to really hurt me. He wasn’t greatly endowed. "Also, this incident has alerted me to something," Mr. Yoshida went on. "There's a missing element in my instruction. I need to introduce something that deals with non-physical bullying, because I'm sure that many young people encounter similar issues. I teach them how to defend themselves against physical harm, but not words." I knew that by 2007, most kids' karate classes would, in fact, contain that type of training. But, once again, this was the '80s, and things had not yet reached that. How long they lay like that he didn't know but eventually he felt her begin to slowly move and rock against him. He took that to mean she was ready and he slowly drew out and pushed back in, in and out, in and out, coating them both with her juices. He began to go faster, feeling her tense around his cock. It had hurt so bad at first, then the pain finally eased and she began to like the feel of the hard smooth velvet that was stroking in her pussy. She began to thrust back, matching his. "He said as he sat on the bed at my side, stroking my exposed love-hole.I had felt a looseness in my limbs, but had put it down to being tied."Ready for some fun, sweetheart?" his fingers now probing my slit.I heard him unzip a bag."Got some things here for my little cock-slut, here have a look."Taking out a six inch vibrator, he placed it on the bed so I could seeit, he laughed."Oh, and this one too, and this, and this."He continued, until he had placed six vibrators/dildoes, of variouslengths.