It started when I turned up late to the last PT night and found Maria just locking up. “Oh, Mr. Taylor, we’ve just finished for the evening,” sh...e explained sweetly, looking at me over her glasses before pushing them back up her nose. A very teacherly gesture. But Maria was a bit of a stunner. Even having her hair pulled back in a commonsensical bun couldn’t detract from her shapely legs, shown off by the short skirt she was wearing, and her luscious busom which strained at her bra beneath a. After looking at some of the standard designs, I found one I liked, but I wanted to make some changes. Once the changes were made, Andrea helped me gather the needed components on a heavy duty cart. The desk was going to be heavy. Good thing my apartment was on the ground floor.After I paid for my new desk and an office chair to go with it, Andrea and I took it out to Jordan's car and loaded it in the trunk. The chair had to go in the back seat and I realized there wasn't much room left. I. Just as she felt the orgasm hit her, her Dad pushed himself into her and it was like a fierce pain that hit suddenly. Sara couldnt stop the pain from coming, but she also couldnt stop the orgasm either and when it hit she was engulfed in it, and the pain was secondary. He pumped his cock in and out of her as she came hard against the waves that pounded her. She could barely think of all the feelings, she just wanted the moment to go on forever. Skillful in his approach, Saras Father reached. With a few quick thrusts of my fingers she was gushing on the carpet. Screaming into her ‘hood’. Pulling it off I made more effort to finger fuck her pussy.“What did you say?”“I’m a whore! A slut, a tramp, a cunt for sale, a bitch in heat!” I smiled and brought her through another orgasm. “No. Your my whore, this is my cunt, my mouth, my arse. I own you.”She shivered in my arms and said quietly “Master take me upstairs and fuck me hard.”Picking her up I carried her to the bed where she stripped.