I can’t respond. I’m frozen. It’s just pure and raw emotion inside me. Opening my mouth will only set off the stream of tears that I’m trying ...o fight back. “DAMN IT MICHELLE, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG!” The dam bursts. Yelling at me was the catalyst that caused my tears start flowing uncontrolled. Trails of moisture run down my cheeks. I need get out, I need to leave. I jump up from the bed clutching the quilt to my chest. I scan around the room looking for my clothes. My inner schoolgirl. I was just putzing around the house. Picking things up, putting the dishes in the washer, cleaning the counters and she was just following me around , chatting away. She told me about how she had crushes on teachers. Her first one being when she was 13. He had been a guy in his 40s, but he was hot and she would just rest her head in her chin and stare at him while he lectured his class. Then, she told me about some online skyping she had done. Standing before me she took her hands and ran them. Then she stepped out of them and sat on the studio floor, opening her legs up quite wide, so I could get more pussy shots. Her legs looked amazing in those sheer black stockings and her tits looked amazing, too. After a few more pictures, Susanna now had her legs quite wide apart. Her pussy lips had opened up just a little bit and there were nice glimpses of her pink skin bits showing between them.I said ‘Susanna, would you mind if I moved a lot closer and took a close-up picture of you between. Val was hitting her with both hands at once, keeping a constant stream of agony flowing through Donna's abused tits. Then she stopped hitting their sides and began to pound them flat against Donna's chest, bringing the flats of her palms squarely against Donna's nipples. Donna squirmed in pain beneath Val, but there was no escape.Donna held out against the second round of savage beating Val lashed out. Then Val began pounding her fists against Donna's taut, flat stomach, and for a while Donna.