” I pulled her off of me, making her look up into my eyes.“Do you understand, whore?” I demanded.“Yes.” she managed to say in a small fright...ened voiceI forced myself down her throat again, holding her as my heat built. Her eyes were rolling up as I sprayed my seed down her throat. I pulled her head back again spraying over her face as she choked and gagged trying desperately to catch her breath.I half dragged her down to the basement. Throwing her to the floor, I found some rope, tied her. We’re due a good looking lady – and here she is... We focus on a married couple walking hand-in-hand along the Albert Dock in Liverpool.She’s short and very pretty without being stunning. The kind of lady who looks good in the street but would disappear if you stood her next to a model. Her long and thick reddish brown hair hangs way below her shoulders, and her big black coat gives no indication to what kind of body she might have.Her husband is much taller, and much much wider, with a big. As a result of this she flunked my subject. I reprimanded her on her failure. I also explained her about the consequences of poor attendance and failure. The whole scenario continued for the second half of the 1st semester too. Coming straight to the story, it was mid-october I.E. Submission time for odd semester. She never completed her assignments on time; she always used to be late. Result was that after complete evaluation she was failing in her term-work. I called her to my cabin after. No man had gotten into my panties because I was a good girl, and a good girl didn’t give away her virginity until her wedding night. “Are you still a virgin?” she asked with a clear smile on her face. She was hoping I was going to say ‘yes’. “Yes, Major; I’ve been a good girl,” I replied. I had been a good girl, too, and refused the attempts to seduce me that several of the other members of the resistance cell had made, although I had never imagined that saving my chastity would save my.