That I do not have to answer as my hard on tells her. Whispering, that she has to wear a mask for this, she can not stand the victim see her face. It ...uins her orgasms, she claims, hoping that her selected one, will please me. A tied up victim, suffering from pain, scared, how such victim fight for air, under her, she smiles. That can bring her to an orgasm like no one else. Having explained her reasons, she gently, starting to drip the how wax from the candles, the voice behind the mask tells. Just about that time the bell rang and we all sort of separated going our separate ways, I stopped to take a leak and as I passed the locker area, Chris made a sound that attracted my attention. Chris was a punky k** that every body picked on so I had no reason to think he would fight. I turned and looked down the row of lockers and saw the fear that spread across his face. I walked down the row slowly telling him as he ducked away he better not run. When I got to the end of the lockers there. Having become completely malleable, he easily shifts her onto her back and opens her thighs wide, bending them upwards, before he guides his thick, hard plum into her small wet narrow oval portal, expanding it. Her two sets of labial lips hold fast to his bulbous glans. The squeeze they create feels exquisite to him. Despite the needed expansion, her quiet sigh sounds nothing like resistance and everything like welcoming him into her.Sliding ever deeper, inching in after pulling back, keeps. . you sure are ... but, I mean about your running, your talent. I know you didn’t run a sensible race in the final, not like you usually do – you’re good at tactics, and seeing the right moment to make a move – but I’ll admit it, I goaded you, quite deliberately. I’d been hoping for a chance to get to know you – well, to seduce you, of course – but our paths didn’t seem to cross as much as I’d hoped, and you were always rather shy and reserved, so I took the chance today to stir you up a bit.