"Alright, I give, you win," Tiffany knew she was done; control the head and the hips she had always instructed her students. He'd done that quite effe...ctively she had to give him credit. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she was horny after the bout and keen to see what other moves this k** had."No.. um.. You can get out of this," his voice had a different sound. She wasn't sure what she heard, but it seemed to be deeper, softer and almost embarrassed. She couldn't see. "Do you win consistently?" I win more often than I lose. On some nights the cards aren't kind to me, so I do lose on occasion. My average weekly income after deducting the losses has exceeded $15,000 since I started playing after being struck by lightning." John, that's over three-quarters of a million dollars a year!" Mother said."Thereabouts," I said."I've got a question for you, John," Barbara said."Ask away." If you forgot how to play football, how could you do your coaching job?"I. And the helpless emasculation and humiliation, together the the quintessentially feminine nature of your situation leaves you also feeling intensely aroused. Suddenly you feel a pulsing spurt, as his load empties in my mouth. He withdraws and holds your mouth shut, instructing you to swallow, as he shakes his still swollen member to empty out any residual cum over your face, your wig and your peach satin blouse. As he tucks his cock back inside his trousers you are left kneeling. I try and squeeze my girl part together, but he slaps me again. This time he manages to push himself half way into me. The pain is terrifying, it feels like I am being ripped in two. I try to squirm away form him, but he is no match for my 9 year old body. He then slams into me, putting his hand back over my mouth as he does so. My scream of pain is muffled. He continues to slam into me again, and again, and again. The tears flow from the pain, Im in agony. I look at his face and hes smiling,.