I will admit that my mound even without hair to pad it up in my underwear was a sizable lump, more than the normal size. I knew this from comparison w...th other girls when we showered after games. So I can imagine why Mr. Whyte whistled when he caught sight of my nylon covered crotch; it was quite a handful by any standards. I turned around and examined my round, full ass, the crack of which the panties had slipped into. I was pleased with the sight of the rounded cheeks and felt my little yet. I have not been this excited in my life time. he spread me open and stick it in me. I feel like he is using a baseball bat. It hurts me and I force me self to enjoy it. He grabs my shoulders and forces more of it inside me. now I am in pain. Tears from my eyes and I hold my breath to keep from screaming. he thinks I am having and orgasm and hits me harder. You need to finish please I tell him, and he goes faster and much harder. I worry about damage up in side me by this time. I did not want to. So, when Thursday arrived, I cancelled out on the wifey using work as a excuse. I then went to the preachers house and knocked on the door. I was wearing tight jeans, no underwear, tight t shirt and Jaimies panties stuffed in my jeams around my balls. I also was armed with the thumb drive of various hidden cam pics from the last few weeks, shots here and there with many clips of Jaimie masturbating in my house watching my porn. Oh yeah, this would be fun!So, I knocked on the door and lovely. “Rabbit,” answered the barman.“Sounds good to me.”Refreshed from a full night’s sleep, Sid woke alone in the room of the inn. No roommates had disturbed his sleep and the public room had been exceptionally quiet once he left. Sitting up in the bed, he stretched and yawned. For a half second, he started to search for his boots, but recalled that he had slept with them on. The last thing he wanted was to have to run out of the inn in the middle of the night barefoot.Standing up, he looked down at.