Myreaction and the fact that it's him who's holding that damn thing iswhat's keeping him hard inside me even with his moving around for anyfriction. J...ust the thought of it all. The thought of him making me hislittle bitch boy. The reality of him doing it and the fact that I'msubmitting to him and begging him to do it is what's making me hardtoo.He's got me nice and tightly strapped in here. Thanks to eBay, hepicked up a full-on medical exam table replete with stirrups andeverything. A little. "Good evening, Mrs Smith," I said. "And Mr Smith?"The man smiled. "No - I'm not the lady's husband. Just a friend, helping to look after her."In fact, I thought I recognised him. He hadn't given a name the last time we met, either. He'd been part of a party of visiting VIPs a few months ago, though clearly not a VIP or a scientist himself. He'd been watching the people, not the demonstrations. I'd put him down as police, probably part of their 'protection unit', who acted as bodyguard to VIPs.. Obviously, Cressida was a girl who liked to feel fresh air caressing her nether regions.We got to her bedroom, and she closed the door when we were both inside.Her room was the typical teenage girl's: posters on the walls of boy bands, footballers and a couple of actors from an Australian soap opera. There was a lot of pink, and the room was dominated by a double bed, covered by a duvet with a pink cover. She yanked that onto the floor, on the far side, revealing a purple satin under-sheet,. Feeling his girth and the sharp pain from her broken hymen, she cried hard and continued to scream. "Wow, I guess you were a virgin," he said and began pounding in and out of her. Alicia started licking her sister again, getting enjoyment out of that. She continued to cry even after the first two minutes of brutal fucking as she felt her pussy walls being ripped apart. He continued to pump in and out of her, watching his daughter's breasts bounce and his other daughters small ass. The.