The cuffs hurt like hell when she had to lean further over in the front of his pickup truck and give him head. Plus, there was less chance of anyone s...eeing her kneeling naked in the woods than there was when she was naked in his truck.He liked to make her do him in busy parking lots. He would park in back and watch the people going in and out of the mall of the stores while her pretty head bobbed in his lap and his cock head explored the back of her throat. He seemed to cum harder in public. I cannot say how long it was, because time had ceased to have meaning. All of my existence was concentrated on the sensations of pain and utter helplessness. I’d stopped pleading with her long ago, and my cries had become incoherent. Miss Krieger’s stamina was incredible; she continued to lash me with undiminished energy and enthusiasm for what seemed like over an hour. I was a broken, sobbing wreck, and my bottom was ablaze with pain.Finally, Miss Krieger moved to stand in front of me. . Who needs procedure anyway.The beaker still bubbled, uncleaned, but she was tired after her twenty hour foray into madness. With a sigh, the chemist decided no one would notice if she just stored the rest for the evening as well, so she took the beaker, bottled it up, and placed it in her personal desk in the lab. At the very least, she figured one benefit of squandering her life at this dump of a "school" was that she could be lazy without anyone caring.Finally, she moved to the edge of the. " Mom told me that yesterday." She's right. When I was a little older than you are now, I nearly was. Your mother turned my life around." Dad gave Mom a tight hug, decided it wasn't enough, and gave her a big kiss. Mom seemed to like that.Not long ago I would've made an 'Eww' sound, but now I had a much better appreciation of how important such statements are.After his kiss Dad continued, "Arrogance would be wrong anyway, in a few days Julia will be able to screw you into the ground. Women can.