I lay there frightened but quiet, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could resist doing something to a naked, slim 28 year old that was sleeping without covers. He walked up to the bed then put something over my mouth. I passed out. When I woke up it was still dark, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very solid in my pussy, and something was amateur squeezing and pulling my nipples. After a short time the something in my pussy was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the pain turned to slight pleasure. It was then removed. After what seemed like ages, something else was put in. This time I knew what it was, a vibe, and it was switched on. It was left on until I came. As I did I got this terrible sharp pain in my nipples. This intensified my orgasm fetish and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my nipples was electricity. The vibe was outdoor removed and I was left for a while. Then the same thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 times in all. I was knackered, but happy, even though I didn’t know who was doing it Hardcore to me. I was left for a lot longer time before something was put over my mouth and I passed out again. When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting light. Had I dreamed it all? Had I had a great, wet dream? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were blowjob my nips. I got up and went and had a shower. When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Jon eating breakfast. The original plan when Jon left me to go home the previous weekend was that I would fly home on my own. “Had a good night?” was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn’t a dream – I think, Jon had given me a few fantastic orgasms and made me feel fantastic. Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable car goes from in the middle of the village / town, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a short, light ‘A’ skirt and tight, thin, white ‘T’ shirt. I would give the happy couple the naughtiest gift of all: a futa-daughter growing in Rosemary's baby. Jon seems determined to get me fit and Jon took me for another bike ride. I ground my pussy on him. “I guess so, it is so cool when I cum with them watching me.” That is what I told him, but really I went in there with BOB amateur (battery operated boyfriend) which blowjob was a waterproof rabbit vibrator that I got from Lelo sex company many years back, and I would finish myself off. “I hope Becky didn't wear you out this morning.” I pulled Desiree to me and rolled Hardcore her over onto her back. ready to be touched . . . She got a phone call, she picked up and got in the shop. My eyes went head to toe outdoor of her five-foot six frame, eyeing her long wavy black hair, tight-fitting blue dress with a giant bow on the front, black silk pantyhose, and a pair of Louboutin Pigalles. "WHAP!!!" she slapped her tattooed fanny, her eyes gleeming at fetish all the men. She whimpered into the kiss. I wandered around the school for longer than I would care to admit before finally finding Room 315. “Oh, you’ll do nicely.” Now that she mentioned it, I too had to use the bathroom since we never stopped on the long drive up the mountains.