“Per our agreement, you were fucked and bred by 30 cocks, hundreds of times. Should I count each cunt I fuck and breed? Or should I count each fuck.... You decide.”Jess looked pissed. This was not going her way at all, and not ending anytime soon.“I guess counting cunts makes sense. It’ll make this end sooner, I think.” Her comment shed more light into her dalliances than she knew. I had assumed hundreds of fucks and breedings. Now I’m beginning to think it may be more, thousands, perhaps.“As long. Both were relieved to find that their evening of exploration had not discouraged the other, and seemed indeed to have had the opposite effect. They were keen to carry on seeing each other, and to keep their relationship going long-distance, if necessary, when they went off to their respective colleges in the autumn. ‘Are we OK with the sex?’, asked Simon. ‘What, here?’ she flashed back. ‘Funny girl! You don’t regret it?’ ‘No, not at all,’ she replied seriously, ‘But I don’t think I’m quite. Apparently, so sources say, if you go along to the riverside at Tilbury. Somewhere in the vast mud flats, you will find a body minus fingers, toes, tongue and teeth and for good measure a pair of bollocks.The tongue was cut out first so the screams and shouts were muffled. The fingers were next. This was to remind him that he could not keep his hands out of where they should not have been. Next went the toes, this was purely so identification would be as hard as possible if he were ever found.. Really. Never.My name is Ogechi. I do look like what you probably think of a typical ballerina. Fairly tall, very thin, with long, shapely legs, well-toned tight ass, hard abs - I had everything but breasts. Well, I had breasts, but they were quite small. I wore an A cup. It felt like I had been in a training bra all my life. But they were nice and firm, and had large aureoles and nipples. So when I met a guy who was very interested in me, I was quite unprepared. On our second date he became.