Hold her down.”The two men swapped spots and now it was Raoul behind her while Miguel held onto her head. Raoul slipped on a condom and positioned ...himself behind the weeping girl. “Please…do not rape me again. I am so sorry for whatever I did. Please.” She wailed, even though nobody was listening.Raoul took a look at the sight in front of him. Her ass was covered in red marks from the mauling. He smiled and simply took his cock and plunged it inside. He started to thrust back and forth. It was more of a dress rehearsal for the Wehrmacht shock troops than an internal squabble between competing factions in the Spanish society.There was an added element of stretching the muscles of international Communism with support for the anti-Fascist forces allied against General Franco. I saw Franco as sort of a junior partner to Hitler and Mussolini with a lot less long term evil intent against the rights of the common populace.I never did understand from my perspective of the early. As my cock approached full mast, my mom was no longer even stroking my thigh as the upward and downward movement of her hand was entirely along the shaft and head of my throbbing cock. If I wasn't so nervous about Miss Hunter catching onto what was happening, I could have blown a load down my thigh right then. Finally my cock was at full mast and it was absolutely obscene. The swollen head was peeking out of the bottom of my shorts, staring straight at my teacher and had begun drooling. She can't. She shakes her head. " I'm shy," She blurts out. In response, I press my hips against her hard, and she feels the bulge of my cock in my pants. " Don't you ever say no to me," I say, and those words bring her head up like a puppy's. Her clit throbbing against my thigh, my words like an arrow of tension moving through her. She catches my eyes and fights the urge to look down, ashamed as she is of her reaction to my words. Instead, she keeps looking and she is rewarded by the intense.