The students were wearing their parochial school uniforms. One of the girls caught his eye–surprising him since she looked like Kitty. ‘Kitty, is ...that you,’ he asked hardly recognizing her without her Goth-like makeup and the way she was dressed. ‘Oh Demetri–yes it’s me,’ she said running into his arms–hugging him–taking his hand. ‘I thought you were out of high school. I’m shocked in seeing you–you look so much younger. I thought you were at least 18 or 19. I never would’ve done–you know–what. "Well I do love my wife." I gave her a kiss. Even though I just met thiswoman this morning, I feel a deep connection with her.I pulled up my panties and pushed down my dress as she opened the door.There was a cheer from her co-workers as we exited the shed. I tried tosmooth down my disheveled hair. Several of my were requesting head jobsbut with the help of my wife I made it through the gauntlet. Sheescorted me to the gate and gave me a kiss before sending me off home.Her hand reached around. He uses me like a cheap fleshlight, fucking me with no care for my comfort or wellbeing.Every time he slams in is torture. My body jolts and jerks with his movements, blood drips from both wrists as the cuffs cut into them. I try my best to open up to him, to alleviate the pain. It is of no use as I feel as if I am being torn open.Suddenly he drops my hips. I collapse flat on the bed as his body is pressed against mine. He is lying over me as he continues to jackhammer into my abused asshole.. She was too much. He was sheathed to the hilt and the golden globes of her ass pressing into his hips felt incredible. Betty pushed her hips into him, gobbling up as much of him as she could then began to rock back and forth, setting up a rhythm. Give it to me, baby. she said, almost in a whisper. Fuck my little pussy. You want to be fucked? Yes, please fuck me. Betty bucked her hips to increase the rhythm as Bill held onto her and pumped as hard as he could. His thrusts were so violent that.