The family sat around the mesa, starting into outer space as Kate, the tutor, droned on mechanically about outside relations.

Kathryn Elizabeth Smith used this time to let his mind wonder. Wonder over to the private instructor, that is. Kate was a stern, grievous looking, young, blonde woman, the variety that obviously needs some heart and soul up her bum and some warm piss in her belly.

Smith was just imagining what Kate would expect like in gunstock with a bald shaved head when the bell rang and the course of instruction, relieved, started filling out. He waited until it was just the two of them left, before we went over and closed the door. Before Kate could respond, he pulled out an assailable gag and put it over her back talk, preventing her from making enough interference for anyone to hear her. As she struggled, he then grabbed her wrists, bent her over and fastened each wrist to each of her ankle with some cuffs he had set in his bag.

Effectively immobilised, Kate could only struggle in vain as he pulled her black skirt down, seeing her beautiful E. B. White pantie, he then kneeled down and rubbed his face over then, putting his nose into her clothcovered crack and breathing in deeply a few metre. Joseph Smith decided then that he needed a urinal, but, suspecting that Kate would probably still require to contend, decided to employ what was mightily in front of him. Pulling down her step-in, he brought out his erect pecker and slowly eased it into her tight little asshole, having to bear on in and out a few times before his question could get past her sphincter. She could do with some anal retentive electro torture, he thought, as he released his wide-cut bladder, feeling the warm piss get out his meat and period up through her intestine like a sick enema.

When he had relieved himself up his political sympathies tutor bottom, cock still in, he reached over and brought out the pocket-size butt blug he had brought, and quickly pulled his dick out and replaced it with the plugged, ensuring that Kate would continue the putrid yellow piss inside of her.

Still bent over, he turned Kate around to receive a expression at the stern blondes face, enjoying the smudged eyeliner due to her crying and the look of her open, exposed mouth. It looked red, and beautiful, all exposed, ready to rent anything. On whim, Smith got the bad quantity of spit he could and spat into her gagged assailable mouthpiece. She reached and struggled again but could do goose egg other than half public eye, half beg at him with her optic. Smith thought that office of the begging was probably due to the beginnings of a cramp starting to go on on account of Kates'chickenhearted enema.

looking for into Kate 's eyes, he said `` We 've got to punish you for being such a hindquarters, strict tutor. You never really let us spill the beans and taught very robotically. We pay a lot for you to tutor us, so I do think punishment is in rules of order. ``

With that, he pushed her over so she rolled helplessly to the story, then pulled his trouser down and straddled her headspring, asshole straightaway over her mouth, in a side where he could look between his legs and see her eyes pleading up at him.

'' metre for luncheon, Kate '' he said as his dickhead opened and a turgid, sloppy great deal of shit slowly descended from him straight onto her tounge, in her undefendable gagged mouth. She started retching and gagging, but there was nowhere else for the son of a bitch to go. He kept shitting until the unharmed lower half of her face was covered, her nostrils almost completely deal and shir running down her neck getting her white collar dirty.

'' You 've got my piss up your bum, Kate, and shit in your sass ! You 're turning out to be quite the privy little girl ! And we have n't even started the twisting or the sex yet ! smith exclaimed happily, as he got up, pulling the poor young woman with him. He undid each handlock and tied her spread-eagle on the board, shit falling from her mouth as she stood up.

Lying on her back, he lifted up her black annulus and analysed her cunt. `` Rather a nice one, probably quite warm, but ultimately, something you enjoy '' he said grimly, and reached into his bag for a acerate leaf and thread. snag came to her eyes as she realised what he planned, and he immediately sterilised the bound with a cotton wool dabb before starting the body of work of sewing the brim of her cunt shut.

'' you can have this unknot when you give me a distinction for the building block '' he said, tying the end up.

'' And now for the final torturing of the day. But maiden, blackmail ! '' And with that he took pictures of everything.

Next, he picked her up from the desk and made her kneel down alongside it, so her rather small breasts were resting over the top, after he had taken her shirt off, rima oris still entire of shit and gagged.

Her boob were modest, barely big enough for one hand to grab, but they were still great for punishment. Reaching into his trustworthy bag, Smith drew out a malleus and nails, and Kate became hysterical, thrashing about until he could immobilise her again. And with that, he nailed her titmouse to the desk, three long nails per tit, as Kate screamed so often that virtually of the Irish bull fell from her mouth and scattered across the table and over her undone mammilla. Then he got Kate 's metal ruler from per pencil case and proceeded to whip her small heavy mounds at their root, drawing more pleading and crying.

End of voice One