Steps from my door, I realized I was feeling a bit blue. I tried to sort out why and it hit me in the elevator. I was depressed because not enough peo...le noticed. I didn't get the stares I had the night before. No one was looking me like a freak or a slut or some kinky whore. I was actually upset that I wasn't more humiliated. Oh dear god, what was he doing to me?At home, I put away my purchases and rushed to check my email. I was crushed when there was nothing from him. I had a moment of. Tracy hears me grunting as I continue to force my cock deeper and deeper into her ass. I'm sliding my rock hard thick cock forcefully in and out. Because of the way she is standing, the entrance is incredibly tight and she can tell that I'm enjoying myself by my panting. I'm fucking her ass hard, and she is in incredible pain. " You know you love it, you little slut. Tell me you love it," I command. When she doesn't reply, I yank her hair back. " NOW! Tell me NOW!" " I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!". She opened her pictures and leaned in close, explaining the pictures as she flipped them on the screen. My heart beat faster at the touch of her arm against mine. My head swam at the intoxicating scent of her. A flowery, sweet smell that was deeper than soap and perfume. “This is me and Amy at the waterfall,” she said, showing me a picture of her and a girl who looked like a younger version of her. Both wore bright yellow bikini tops and cut off jean shorts. “Isn’t it beautiful,” she. The only help I got was a single word: ‘Black.’ I nearly melted. Focussing on the small patches of material, I traced small circles over Rebekka’s nipples with the fingers of my right hand, putting my left hand against her bare back as a point of reference, and to keep my balance. I felt her arch her back and push her boobs forwards, I teased her small nipples by scraping across them with my fingernails, loving the feeling as they hardened into tiny bullets under the taut semi-circles of thin.