"Your cock feels so good inside me mmmmmmmmmmmh". I picked up the pace slightly. Her hips never stopped pushing back to me as I started to make soft... slapping noises as my thighs hit her ass cheeks. The whole time she was moaning and grinding against me. Picking up the pace, I turned almost a****l: I lost myself in her for at least 10 minutes of pounding her like a fucktoy, changing the angle and the pace, trying to hit her g-spot. When she started to speak in Spanish that I knew I had. One or two of the more nervous ladies in the group had gone pale at the receipt of this titbit of information, but he was able to assure them that the lovely and naked young lady volunteer would not suffer the ultimate fate, but only a more gentle, though deeply humiliating one - precisely what, they would find out later in the day! "I wonder how she fixed it?", he thought to himself as he sank back into his seat and let the miles go by.His assistant Mr. Goldberg kept up a running commentary. Unfortunately,when I was putting the logs into the wood bin,a sharp sliver of wood went straight through my shirt sleeve and buried itself under the skin of the inside of my right forearm! The damn thing was over four inches long,stung like hell and,altho I tried not to,I started to cry!Gran dropped the last bag of groceries in a chair and within a tic,she had my shirt off and my wrist in her firm grasp. Leading me to the bathroom,she told me to stay put and was back in a flash with a wicked. 'What's the answer?' he whispered, not wanting to alert the teacher on the other side of the room dealing with a slacker.I nonchalantly pass my -already completed- paper to him. 'Thanks, man.' I turn my eyes back to the front of the class. After a minute or so of rereading what was on the chalkboard, I started to glide my eyes along the classroom. As usual, they stopped on dear sister sitting to the upper right of me. I wasn't sure if she was already done or just didn't care, but she wasn't.