He started fucking me hard and raw. His precum lubed me up from the inside. My cock was pointing straight up and swung in motion with his rocking into... me. My ass had never been so full before this moment. Whole new sensations swept over my body. I was being fucked like a dirty slut. He began to lean into his thrusts and was now over my body. I felt his piercings reaching the end of my rectum, banging against something inside of me. "Oh please stop, it hurts" This only seemed to turn him on. Jess pieced it together feeling giddy that he thought she’d posted it through. It was a sinful act to allow Jess to be caught dressing like a sissy slut by an unknown guest. The risk made Jess’s whole body shudder, her senses grew and her knees brushed together the soft nylon stockings showing her false innocence.‘Well I’m here for my apology’ he said, as he now stood closer to jess flicking that note onto the messy desk to the side of them. Jess had a snap-shop vision of herself being fucked. Paul had learned to fly when he joined the Oxford University Air Squadron, while Lord Brocklehurst had bought his flight-obsessed son his own aircraft and hired a private instructor. When war broke out, Paul and Brocky had been among the first to join the Royal Air Force.Ted Mason's experience had been very different. Just as flight obsessed but without the means to afford flying lessons, he had joined the RAF in 1938 and been sent to their main apprentice school at Halton Park in Hertfordshire. She waited while I dried myself, watching very closely. We then went backinto the bedroom. She went to the dresser and selected a pair of panties,another pair of beige pantyhose, a bra, top and a new pair of jeans. Shehanded them to me. "Dress me please."I picked up her panties, they were delicate and skimpy. I knelt and shelifted her leg, I slipped the creamy panties up her leg a bit. She liftedher other leg, holding on to my head again, I slowly raised her pantiesup, my hands caressed her.