Mortified, suspended on his cock, I bury my face in the sheets to hide my humiliation. I could never admit, even to John, what a turn on it is to be d...ominated, totally dominated by him. The pain, the humiliation, of being powerless, of being fucked by the male animal, is a turn on the likes of which I have never experienced before.My innate caution begins to shed like a molting snake as the sensations of what is taking place drive the receding pain aside. The muscles in my rectum relax even. If Mrs. Fargo didn’t want him to touch her, she’d say so, he told himself. Since she wasn’t trying to get away, and was moaning softly, it had to mean she wanted him to keep touching her. ‘And so warm, too,’ he continued. Amber desperately wanted to tell the young man to stop, but couldn’t make herself say the words, and couldn’t move. What he was doing to her felt good! Too good! Her arms fell to her sides and she stood there, quivering, as the boy’s hands wandered over her bare flesh. Her. I know that I will not tire of trying to give you my child," I said. They both smiled at that.My brothers-in-law kept us in meat that summer while learning about their new rifles, so I didn't have to hunt. I took all the new autoloaders out and tried them out, and set the sights. They were not as accurate as the bolt actions but would place a bullet very close to the point of aim out to about 250 yards. The Hi-Point pistols that I had bought the girls were very dependable and simple. They were. That one was uncomfortable. He vowed to himself he'd gowithout any underwear at all before he wearing one of those again. Luckily, it never happened after that.But no boxers. Never boxers.He wondered what his mom thought about her son coming home with pairafter pair of girl's underwear. Like the other students, she hadn'tsaid anything, not even when he put them in the laundry hamper. But hethought he'd caught her looking at him speculatively a couple of times. Lord only knows what was going.