The once bright, cheerful bar maid had been scarred for life, scarred for accepting an apparent gentleman’s kind offer, scarred for being who she wa.... Her face was blank of all emotion when her father and mother greeted her at their house. Their faces were reflections of utter horror as they saw the remains of her clothing. They stood there, mouths wide open. ‘Wha’ wha’? What happened to you? In the name of all that is good and holy what happened to you my daughter?!’ Her father yelled the. .mujhe waisa dard aajse pehle kabhi bi nhi hua…main jhilmilane laga. Phir wo kuch der ghumi chaaro uor mainne koshish ki ki rasssiy dheeli hojaya ar main bhaag jaaun lekin nhi huyi..wo muri aur-‘aaj main tere ko punishment uor tution dono dungi..mujhe pta haikya krna hai.’ bolte huyi wo bed pe chadhi..apne dono taange mere sir ke don taraf kiya.-‘ tujhe private parts dekhne ka boht shock hai na..? toh ab tu …yeh bolte huye wo mere upar aake khadi huyi…mujhe uska pussy aur ass dono dikhe rahe. Valerie, however, put a hand on my arm to detain me from following. Looking into my eyes, she asked,. "You're not just doing this for me, are you?" I don't know," I replied. "But I don't think so." I'm not so naive that I don't realise that spanking games suit some people's tastes but it had never arisen even as a possibility between David and me. Yet here the idea had provided the spark of spontaneity that had eluded us all evening. I couldn't guess where it might lead but I knew I had to find. Even when I slid a finger into her, it was easy because she was already lubricated. I felt no hint of a hymen, though she grunted into my mouth as her vagina was violated. The movement of her hips, an instinctive thrust, made it clear she didn’t feel violated at all. I probed deep and she grunted again when the tip of my finger rimmed her cervix.It didn’t bother her at all.I had to taste those tiny, pink nipples. It reminded me of trying to suck Amy Trimble’s clit, back when I was in college..