.I was getting hard just looking at that naked helpless little woman and recalling how she had bled profusely out her ass afterwards, and I saw she wa...s bleeding again, red trails running down her thighs to the ground. I didn't know if she was getting her period, or still bleeding from her ass. Good, the smell of blood might just be the attraction for the cougar.I was stroking my cock as I watched her, and was on the verge of going over there and making her suck me off one last time, when I saw. My secretarywould put her foot on them and inch it up until I could fit my dickbetween her first two toes. I had to toy with my nipples to get myselfhard and then hold her foot while I pumped my penis in and out of thatnarrow space. She liked to remind me that it was possible because I'mso small down there.Another amusement she enjoyed took place on the days she arrivedwearing boots. My wife had told her about my growing induced-fetishfor them. Marge would sit, again in my chair because she. "Please leave me alone."It was a large, fat West Indian girl — her name was Hannah, Angela recalled from the P.E. class — who repeated, sneeringly — "Please leave me alone!" What's wrong?" Hannah went on. "Don't you like it here?"Angela just shook her head, unable to speak. When she got out of here, there was no way she was coming back, she resolved. Come to that, she wouldn't need those books any more, so she needn't bother picking them up.Making a decision, Angela pulled her coat off the peg. Her muscles quaked and began their thirsty milking of the thing that was pushing in and out of her vagina. Suddenly he too burst within her. Her muscles now had a real purpose and they seemed to double the intensity.Raphael groaned from his release into Barbara but the fierce milking of his penis only stimulated him to go further. Their combined fluids were enough for him to swab her anus and jam his dripping prick up her rectum.Barbara opened her eyes at the unexpected penetration. Her view.