Within moments I am just vaginal nerve-endings and a gasping voice that is pleading for you to take me and fuck me, and do me harder and harder and ...... oh, yes, please – harder!Well, you don’t like to disappoint a hot babe – so you give me what I am pleading for, and more. The golf club is coated with my juices, getting sticky and slippery in your grasp as you piston it into my pussy. I start to babble – never, ever, have I been overcome in such a way, entered so deep, thrust into for so. "I leaveyou with two things: a last present and a final thought."Even through the pain that flooded her mind and body, Tiffany knew thatshe wanted no more presents from the bitch who had just caned her towithin an inch of her life, but she said nothing, waiting to hear, asshe must, whatever new torture the cruel bitch had devised for her.She felt Charisma slip a ring onto one of her fingers. She wanted toresist, to pull her hand away, to make a fist, but she was too wrung outby the agony that. To be truthful, I know the statements are true of some men, but not all men.I’m not like that, and most of my friends aren’t like that. I’m tired of women lumping me and other men who have good relationships with their women into a group with the overgrown little boys who can’t spell relationship, much less create one.I could not keep from overhearing their comments. I tried to tune them out, but after a minute or so, I gave up. There was no way that I could tune out three women loudly engaged. She twisted slightly, pulling the small boy over astride her, opening her legs wide, and her cunt flared open, eagerly waiting.The lust-incited young teacher's hands were running wildly up and down along the eight-year-old's body, tracing the soft muscles of his rounded, precious shoulders, the small cleft of his back, the smooth cheeks of his tiny ass, exploring all of him as though he were some new piece of property."You see, Billy," she said, "if I let my hands go where ever they want to.