I didn’t know her when it happened and when she told me I wanted to kill the guy. She wouldn’t tell me who it was, which is a good thing. At this ...oint, though, I would just like to teach him a lesson about how you treat women, if you get what I mean.”“I do. I had a friend who was raped. She ended up killing herself because she couldn’t deal with it.”“I could see how that could happen, but my friend managed to get through it, even though she got pregnant. She had an abortion.”“Wow. And she’s. She lifted her foot and I pulled my sore hand away quickly. She grinned and put the toe of her boot to my shaft and ran it up and down the length of my cock teasing it with the sole of her boot, pressing its length against my muscled belly with her platform toe. I groaned with pleasure. She pulled my hair hard and I groaned again. She placed her toe back on the floor and slid her leg slowly forward between my parted knees. “Fancy a ride bitch?” she questioned and without waiting for any. The local barber's daughteralways gave me a pixie -ish haircut, just eough to be adrogynous but acceptible formy school's dress code. A couple of teacherswere boning me so I had some "inside help"passing muster. My tits showed through myshirts and I never wore bras or undershirts.I was warned before important people visitedso THEN I wore a compression bra.The other students bullied me a little but otherwisewere remarkably accepting, given the decade we lived in.The girls stuck up for me. I could use my fingers on my little bud and get off that way, but it was like I was doing it alone, you know? His cock alone couldn't get me off."And another problem was that when we were doing it his way, what I came to resent was that he would want to go on and on. When he was successful, when he did come, it would only take a couple of minutes. Once we went past that, he'd want to keep going for 20-30 minutes, you know? And it just wasn't going to happen for him, you know?"I knew that. And.