After church one Sunday his dad, the preacher, came to her. Telling her, he had heard some things and if she could come by after school Monday, he cou...d counsel her, in privet. She showed up to find the place dark, no one was in the office but the preacher’s son. He was sitting at the front desk; he led her right in to see his Dad, the Preacher. The Preacher was seated behind his desk, with this weird grin on his face, she heard the door shut and lock. As the Preacher stood she saw he wasn’t. The initial feeling of being stretched caused a momentary sharp stab of pain, but as her cunt became accustomed to having such a large invader inside of it, the pain was gradually replaced by a wonderful warm pleasure.When Rod was sure that she was ready, he pushed a few more inches inside of her, stopping when he could tell she was becoming uncomfortable. It was hard for him not to slam his meat all the way in with one stroke, in that just looking at the white little bitch riding his cock was. I've come to understand that it was only done that way tohumiliate me."The corset was closing in around me more and more. It was significantlytighter than the bodyshaper I had worn under the folk costume.After some time it seemed to me that my upper body had been laced up toan unbelievable degree of tightness. And it was so rigid! Even moredisagreeable was the fact that I was naked down below. "Aren't there anyunderpants?" Aunt Sophie was very meticulous about the clothing. I asked Marie. Not cool."Sam was less shameful in her reaction. "Whatever... you got to fuck me, what do you care?"Carly glared at her friend, and Freddie was taken aback. "I'm sorry Sam, but that happened because we care for each other. It wasn't some hate/angry sex thing... it was two people who love each other doing something special-" OK... super great... my friends are in love and I will die alone... Both of you should just get out." Wait, Carly." Freddie said, putting his hands on hers. "I don't just.