A grateful Mrs. Whyte replied, “Yes anything.” Amy Whyte was surprised when her mother insisted on meeting her from school. At eighteen years old... she thought it strange being met at the school gate along with the younger girls. The senior girls were never met by their mothers, it just wasn’t done. At school Amy felt like she was an adult. The uniform was basically the same throughout the school: grey skirt, grey blazer with blue trim round the lapels, white blouse and grey v-neck sweater. The. “Ahhhh...” I yelled out mustering what courage I could.“What the fuck.” The one with the knife said as he turned a second before my shovel hit him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. He stumbled backwards and fell into the water. One of the pretty ladies bit the sailor who had his hand over her mouth. “Ouch. You bitch.” He yelled out and let her go. I swung at him with the shovel and struck him in the knee sending him falling to the ground as he grabbed his leg.“Run.” One of the. My brain shifted gears. My worry and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first thought that crossed my mind was...Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the past couple of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity. But in reality, I couldn't stop. He had a point. They’d get worse.He told me to lie down on the bed. Supposing he intended to fuck me again, I lay on my back and spread my legs, the obedient little whore.“Not yet,” he said, “on your stomach.”Thinking he intended to use my ass, I said, “I’m not begging for it yet.”Giovanni laughed and said, “I’m not using it yet.”He had some lotion and began by dribbling some onto my well-used asshole. “This will help ease any lingering discomfort you’re feeling here,” rubbing it in and around.