She liked movies, but he didn’t really have much to say about the stars of the upcoming sequels.At the same time there was a magic to drawing him th...rough it. The casual homogenized conversation just enthusiastic and vanilla enough to put a doubt in his mind. Had it really happened? Had his tongue really been on her clitoris, her hands on the back of his head, gently guiding him? For what, four maybe five seconds? Had he felt the warmth of her stomach pull away from his forehead as she inhaled. Shut the fuck up! he yelled back at me at me as he pulled his fist back again and punched me in the nose. When this punch landed I could hear the sound of my nose breaking and could feel blood pouring out of it and down the back of my throat. One more punch landed on my left ear and another in my stomach. I lay there naked without the will to live or move. He screamed at me some more about getting up and fucking him. But everything sounded muffled and looked blurry. I couldnt move my body. I. With the panties crotch now sunk into my tight but wet little crack I rolled my hips and made little humping movements against the damp fabric. A minute later I pulled off the panties and stepped under the shower. As the water engulfed me I used one hand to massage and pinch my little breasts and nipples while the other hand flittered over my stiffened clit. After a while I parted my crack and slipped a finger into my hot slick tunnel and began finger fucking my little pussy frantically. I came. Breakfast was a subdued affair, she was too nervous to contribute anything meaningful.“You will be fine, just believe in yourself.”*Mumble.“You’ll be fine, trust me.” I smiled at her but she wasn’t having any of it. “Chandra do you believe in yourself or not?”“I do.”“Then do so.”She squared her shoulders, “Ok.”“Good, that is what I want to hear.” She looked better now, it’s amazing what a few encouraging words can accomplish. “Now get, you don’t want to be late.”“Yes, My Lord.”“Don’t forget to.