I moved up her body so that we were face to face. I kissed her hard and stroked her clit with a finger. She kissed me back and started stroking my coc.... "You opened your legs for easier access?" I said. "You really were acting slutty weren't you?" "I was drunk and turned on. I think knowing the driver might see, just turned me on even more." "When did he get your thong off?" "Straight away really. He started tugging, so I lifted myself off the seat and he pulled it down. It felt tight. Like about to pop,pregnant. And then it hits me, the strange man's voice,"You aren't supposed to be a Mr. at all... the event that is supposed tohappen later tonight... is the birth of your daughter, Eliza..." Oh fuck!" I say, slinging my tiny legs over the side of the bed. Thejeans I am wearing are a curious mixture of too big and too small, theyare baggy around my ass which though tighter and somewhat morepronounced, is actually smaller than my old one. The pant-legs are waytoo long and. I moan and try to protest, shaking my head, but I can only utter grotesque pleas and push more saliva down my chin. This is going too far now and I try to make myself understood. But my stupid grunts remain gibberish to the men handling me, or they just choose not to understand. I feel more pulling and stretching of my throbbing nipples in spite of my yelps. The needles are attached together with a rope. This pulls my nipples together, pressing my proud and firm breasts against each other. It. She walked down between the rows of desks and chairs, smells of old wood and sagging plastic mingling in the air with her rising scent. Countless hours of aching pussy and mind-numbing orgasms sneaked in the toilets, Naomi put down her sensible satchel, and slipped off her sensible brown shoes. The windows overlooked nothing but an empty courtyard, and the Religious Studies room was at the end of the corridor. Nobody would disturb her now, on this last day of term...Climbing onto Mr. Williams'.