"Oh God there's no way to explain this except to tell you things that really are not any of your business, but I can see from your faces that if I don...t tell you, poor Mark will be on your shit list for the rest of his life." Diane reached for her abandoned glass of wine. She downed it in one healthy gulp."I can't begin to tell you how deeply touched I am by your concern and willingness to "protect" me. But the simple truth is I don't need protection. You are right about these rope bruises and. I knew it would hurt a bit but I wasn’t ready for the shot of agony when I began to lower myself.“Oh god, oh shit, fuck, you are big!”“Shh, or your parents will hear us,” he said.“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, it hurts.”“We can stop,” he offered.“Hell no,” I snarled in response and took a deep breath.“Ah, ah, yes, yes,” I moaned as he filled me up. It felt like if his cock was tearing through my body and when my buttocks finally touched his thighs I stayed there for a minute. My pussy slowly adjusted. When we wear pretty blouses that the boys just want to look down, when we wear short skirts the boys just want to look up them, and then you have the problem of keeping your thong panties up tight while not pulling them above your blue jeans. Boys are cruel and will pull on them or snap your bra strap just to make you wish that you were never born a girl in the first place.Then of course there are the boys. All they want is everything that you will give them. They want to play with your tits,. Thats when I saw the shadow of a man sitting in the corner. I let out a gasp of surprise but he just sat there for another few minutes watching me. Finally after what felt like a lifetime he spoke. "Crawl into the bathroom and you will find an outfit and some accessories, put them on. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest. I wanted to run but I couldn't. I felt exposed and at his mercy so I obeyed him, crawling on my hands and knees to the bathroom. Not standing up until the door was shut.