I love the sight of her tits stretched out in this way, and I get even harder thinking of how powerless she is right now, even more so than my usual v...ctims. I lean down and bite the side of her neck, almost hard enough to draw blood and this time she does scream. As I lean back again I can see the first glimmer of fear in her eyes, mixed with pleasure. My other hand roughly mashes her tits, pinching hard on her nipples as she lets out yelps of pleasure and pain. Then I push hard on her chest. ‘4-2. So start savin’ your pennies, ’cause you’ll be paying me at the end of the year.’ With that, he walked off, triumphant. Oh, God, I thought. Who was number 4? ********************************************************************* I think that I went to work the next day. I mean, I know that I did, I just don’t remember anything about it. The day after that, I called in sick. I stayed home and read Edgar Allan Poe stories. The Black Cat and the Tell-Tale Heart didn’t make me feel much. I began to feel like a younger man again; like the way I'd felt when I'd been married to my wife; and I hadn't felt like that (or allowed myself to acknowledge such feelings) for a long time; and I enjoyed it.Then one day, Megan and I got to talking to each other from across the fence, and she came on to me, in an obviously sexually inviting way. She even reach over and touched me on the arm; and she smiled so very invitingly, that I felt my cock reacting right there on the spot! I admit that I. I looked down at my mature pussy which was now in contact with the water on the floor. I touched my pussy lips. I immediately let out a moan, one that was more out of pain than pleasure.Stuffing the Deo bottle inside my cunt had left a huge gaping hole in my pussy and I wondered if my stretched pussy walls would ever come back to how it was just a few hours ago. My pussy was bruised.I found myself thinking of Anil and his thin cock which was everything I craved for until today morning. I.