Many times he asked me to wear the correct uniform and many times, I told him I was wearing my uniform. Afterall, I had my skirt and blouse on, so its... not as if I was wearing something totally different. I knew deep down, he meant I should not be wearing a black bra under my school shirt or have my skirt way above my knee, but I was also aware he would never directly say this. I must have made it so difficult for him. It was also other little things I enjoyed doing too, such as raising my arms. The man fucking my mouth ignored my pain and my feeble struggles. He insisted on forcing his cock into my throat. With my mouth stretched open that way I couldn't even plead with them for mercy. Not that it would have helped.I began to panic as he fought to force his oversized organ into my throat. His cock was much too large and I was certain he would tear something if he forced it. Even if he didn't damage me I would very likely suffocate. There's just no way that I'll be able to breathe. I could remember before I didn't have a care in the world and normally didn't think this much. Before I did my homework, my grades were above a B average, I played sports, and I could talk to Amanda without having too many problems or being this nervous. So what had changed in that amount of time? I was so lost in thought trying to remember everything and trying to figure out what was going on, I didn't notice she was waiting for me again. "Do you mind if I join you as you walk home?" I. I swirled the liqueur in my own glass, enjoying the aroma before I took a sip. I took the opportunity to study my new companion over the rim of the glass. He was over six feet, much taller than most men of that period were. His fashionable dress did nothing to hide the fact that he was well-muscled and his movements hinted at speed and strength. Of course, if he was indeed what he claimed to be, like me, he would be fast and strong beyond human abilities. ‘Very good,’ I tried to be casual as I.