Fuck me? Fuck you!"John Phillips saw her flush, stand and grow shrill."Prisoners who are taken, say they will never talk. Butthey do. Oh yes they do. ...Because under constant pressureeveryone breaks." Here, there is constant pressure. You'll never be a sissy?A toilet slave? A bimbette? You will. Because here, thereis constant pressure." She waved her hand across the room."I will break you. I am breaking you. You will be anythingI want you to be. I fuck you. You have no power here. Ihave the power. I leant back into her and she held me, kissed my neck and whispered hoarsely, ‘You are delicious, you slut.’ As I stood, she guided me, holding me gently but firmly and led me, blind and vulnerable, to the side of the bed and carefully positioned me so I was lying across the bed, my head hanging over one side. The next thing I heard was the whisper as her robe fell to the floor and then she straddled my face and I could almost taste her. I lifted my head, searching for her and came into contact. .., Ichabod" Born in the Connecticut colony. Educated at the Yale College. I wander about, honing my skills as a teacher. And you, Katrina?" His gaze darted from her ample bosom to her face.She felt it, blushing slightly, and dampening even more. She averted her eyes again and found herself staring at the bulge in his pants. Did it seem bigger than when she had first noticed it? "Not much to tell, really. The only daughter of Baltus and the heir apparent to this grand estate. It was given to. His balls were slowly swinging heavy and low. The mushroom head was partially exposed on his uncut monster. I couldn't believe how big his cock was and it was totally soft! I don't know how long I stared, a second or a minute but it was obvious that I was noticed. I quickly turned away as our eyes met. Soon I couldn't help but steal another glance at that cock. Bill had soaped himself up and his penis was now half erect. All my self control melted away and I could no longer avert my eyes. As.