She’s been talking to me all this time. I’m not sure what I am doing, I know she is controlling me right now. I get up from my bed, walking barefo...ot across the wood floors through the living room and to the heavy oak door. I watch as if in a dream as my hand slides the chain off, it clatters against the door. The dead bolt slides out of the way and my hand is on the knob. My mind fights one last time as I open the door to her. ‘You’re a stranger. I shouldn’t…’ With the door open, she smiles.. Lucy really was struggling as the hairbrush spanked down on her bottom. Somehow it hurt much more than when Miss Hoskins did exactly the same when at college, although she couldn’t think about that for very long because she had to cope with the ever-increasing intensity of the stinging pain caused by the continuing spank after spank with that horrid, horrible but ever so good lesson teaching thick wooden-backed hairbrush.Of course, she still accepted it was totally her own fault for being so. . How delicately shaped! . . . Then this delicious down! Oh! let me view the small, dear, tender cleft! . . . This is too much, I cannot bear it! . . . I must . . . I must . . ." Here she took my hand and carried it to her own cavity and guided my hand to easily received it. What a difference in the state of the same thing, a spreading thicket of bushy curls marking the full-grown, complete woman. As soon as she felt my hand within her, she moved herself to and fro, with so rapid a friction. The pounding her cunt was getting hadn’t let up one bit, still driving into her, she was been taken like the little slut she liked to be with her Daddy, he’d even choked her, just a little but it still caused her to panic as she struggled for air, he hadn’t done that before, she was being tested and she was determined to pass the test, she gave him her throat, he could do it again and again if it gave him pleasure, he’d told her many times that he would never hurt her just because he could, it.