“Say it! Tell me to fuck your cunt” “Do you like that?” I mocked her, rubbing the broad rubbery tip of my thick cock up and down the full leng...th of her hungrily starving pussy. “Doesn’t it feel good?”“Oh, no yessss,” she gasped. “Do you want me to stop now?” I demanded, throbbing the huge fleshy shaft just up inside her hotly contracting pussy. I flexed it harder and harder. “Do you?”“No, yes oooooooh, I don’t know! No, no, don’t stop. Don’t stop!” “Then beg me, bitch,” I snarled, losing. I was stunned, I took her face in my hand and kissed her in cheeks, she started smooch me; v did that for 10mins, while doing smooching my hand abruptly went on her boobs and started fondling with it, and she asked u want to see my nipples. I told yes and she removed her t-shirt and was in her bra. I just tore her bra. I couldn’t control, started sucking nipples and she was moaning, ahh ahh ahh.Later I kept on squeezing her ass and breasts, her hand was near my penis and she asked your tool is. Here was a young man, vulnerable, sick, far from home. Some other instinct cried out within her to nurse and nurture. How could this done with hate? She muttered to herself as she went about her chores. She heated water and bathed him. His eyes were wide with alarm as she stripped him of his blankets yet again but she carried on, her face impassive until he was clean to her satisfaction. He smiled his thanks when once more restored to decency and nodded his head emphatically. “Waldemar,” he. The problem was that it was his daily life that he had to hide and that he was going to have to hide it for six years.After class, he skipped his next study group and went to the gym to workout with the punching bags. It was his hope that the exercise would help him relax. Instead, he damaged one of the punching bags by tearing a hole in it. He had been warned not to strike the bag without gloves on, but he had wanted to feel the contact of his knuckles against the leather. After just a few.