She watched as the fin­gers came round and round almost touching her areolae. Then he stopped. ‘Do you think, perhaps, a little massage oil?’ He ...idn’t wait for an answer but picked up a little bottle from a side table, Sally didn’t remember seeing it there, and, unscrewing the lid, he let drops of oil splash onto her nipples. She shuddered, that was really good, oh no, her nip­ples were both rising, forming themselves into little hard buds without his fin­gers touching her at all—just by the. "You're allowed, I'm a bad, bad, dirty whore who deserves this. I'm a slut, please take what you want from me" A brief chuckle and he removes his fingers and looks around again before she hears his zipper. He leans up against her and pinches and bites at her nipples and neck, her soft hair tickling his face as his whiskers scrape against her smooth pink skin. In a second he forces his cock into her and she screams. He's too thick... it half splits her as she thrashes and bounces off the. He was very keen to try, I was more reluctant. The few times he had pressed his cock against my bum hole it had felt uncomfortable and strange. I had seen many examples of it in porn we had watched and decided it would be worth a try but knew only when I felt fully relaxed. The time came when we were on a weekend away in Edinburgh. As we both still lived with our parents, it was exciting to have a hotel room to ourselves and we were definitely going to make good use of being as naughty and loud. They have told me of your many trials and about the enemies which have placed themselves just outside your gates and who have taken from you the few remaining treasures you have held deep within the secure and private chambers of your heart. Many stories have made their way to me , telling of your courage and bravery and the fortitude and tenacity of your unyielding soul. I am very proud of you and marvel at your wisdom and insight and at your ability to deflect the darts and arrows of your.