She had always needed boys, and been unable to resist a firm hand on her shoulders, pulling her inwards for a kiss and a fumble. And fumbles had quick...ly become fucks. By the age of 13 she was letting boys get their fingers wet inside her panties, and learning to love the smell of her own excited cunt. At 14 she lost her virginity in the back of a neighbour's son's car, parked just off the roadside. He had virtually ripped her panties off, and she had felt a great burst of relief as he. . . this is all mine.’ She smiled broadly. ‘So . . . I’m guessing the husband is now an ex-husband,’ I ventured. Her head rolled toward me with a smile. ‘He sure is,’ she said, dark eyes boring into mine. And there it was. A meaningful look. I had not been privy to too many of those in my lifetime. A few during my collegiate days, when I was foolish enough to be part of a ridiculous fraternity, then more later, after the wedding. My wife had been exceedingly adept when it came to conveying. He twisted, trying to turn his head to get a quick breath, but the guard held his jaw firmly. He had to breathe. With a cry, he opened his mouth, just wide enough for the guard to cram the ball between his teeth. The red rubber ball got stuck halfway, being intended for a full grown man. Not caring, the guard cruelly shoved at it. Jacob cried out in agony as he felt like his jaw was becoming unhinged. Mercifully, the ball popped in, setting behind his teeth, though his mouth was now. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a reverse prayer position only made it worse. Robert gave his hips one powerful thrust. Pain shot through Kristen’s scalp, down her spine and through her arms. Kristen’s let out a guttural scream.“You think this is pain? “You know nothing of pain”“ You two timing whore”Each of Robert’s sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic thrust. Each thrust brought on more screams. The screams seemed to feed Robert’s lust. The thrusts.