The tentacle twisted slowly around her neck and choked her. The poor girl could not move. Another tentacle made its way down her ass crack and start...ed poking playfully at her asshole. Her ass cheeks were firm and hard. He had never felt up such a firm ass in his life. The two remaining tentacles went for her mouth and pussy.She tried in vain to keep her mouth shut but the strong cock with fingers on each side pried open her pretty little mouth and entered it. It snaked down her throat. “I hate it.” His face screwed up with emotion. “Apparently, I am a Nazi, a hun, a kraut and various other bad names used by you English during the war.” He paused, eyes rolling. “Some of them are calling me Adolf. I hate England. I hate you English.” I could see the hurt in his eyes and hear the anger in his voice.“There is one Polish girl who insists on calling me Szkop, which is probably something rude in Polish.”“Col, I’m so sorry. Have you told them you are not a Nazi – that your mother was. As soon as the shower was set up, I went into my room and masturbated. It became commun for her to call me to set the shower. Every time she was completly naked. I couldnt help but satisfy myself after, everytime. After a while, I would stole her dirty panties while she was getting into the shower. I knew she was too young, but my body wanted it.Then second stage was around her 13 birthday. They had learned about sex at school. When she came home one day, she told me: "I want you to be my. I want you naked and on the floor.’ ‘I’m shy, do you want to help?’ ‘If I get near your clothes, I will tear them off your back, and fuck you in the ass. You will leave here naked, and the only thing you will have on is a smile.’ ‘Whatever you say master but please don’t hurt me.’ Patti started removing her clothes, when there was a knock on his door. Stephano yelled, ‘I left for the day. I won’t be in until next Monday. I’m on a fishing trip and left my cell phone with you. I can’t be.