I’m a running back so yea I’m kind of short. I’m only five foot eight inches. After I got home from practice Brittany was still at my house. But...she was leaving and she told me I should come to her house later. So I was in my room thinking about if I should go to her house. I turned my PlayStation two off and got off my bed and left telling my parents I was just going to a friend’s house. When I got to Brittany’s house she had even more of her and my sisters friends over. So I rang the doorbell. ”I said, “No, I won’t move. I am one tough cunt, so let’s get this done. I’m getting hungry and would love to get home to eat.”He laughed and said, “Damn, a girl that is about to get marked as a whore and all she wants to do is eat.”He got all his tools out and made sure that what Mistress wanted was correct. He showed her the picture that he was going to put on me and she said it was good. Then he went to work.He was pretty quick and I could feel his needles going into my skin. Marking me so. She feared all was over. But her husband not just kept the momentum going, he gradually picked up the pace. She realized that he was now fucking her like a real man. Her tensions eased, fears gone and she started to melt – enjoy the fuck, which went on and on -- from missionary position to doggie style and back to the conventional one. Both the man and the woman were sweating hard despite the air-conditioner. They were hitting the climax together. "OH yes – yes. Fuck, yes I am cumming," Pramila. It, or rather he, advanced slowly, approaching with a measured gait as it continued to caress my pussy and clitoris, his tentacles distorted by the water. I shivered as the inhuman appendages imprisoning me tightened around my limbs, the pair beneath the pools surface forcing my thighs apart as one began to explore my pussy and the other brushed tentatively against my puckered rose, forcing breath from me.“No,” I whispered.“No?” it repeated, pausing, my upper limps encircled with spirals from.