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05 humiliation- open the blouse!The sound had changed suddenly. The fronts were now clear, dr. Münster no longer needed to hold back, he now confessed color. – Well do, little bitch, yours Brother Didn’t you let it wait that long!In me it turns the stomach. What did he know about me and the story between me and my brother? Until this morning I had remained my brother behind and disabled.
But he had reacted warmly and understanding to my shame. Quite different from the disgusting guy in front of me. Button for a button I slowly started to open my blouse. His right hand quickly made up in a flash and tore my blouse on my blouse with a ugly sounding sound from top to bottom. In some places the fabric was torn down, on others its brutality had torn out the buttons, which fell in front of me in the wide ground on the safe and expensive carpeting, turning around their own axis a few times and then lying on the back like dead beetlesstayed.
Although still mine bra Covered my breasts, I felt more naked and helpless than ever in my life. The first time I was sorry to have big, state breasts. They stood in the room like two large, plump hemispheres, put on his greedy looks, made me vulnerable, vulnerable, vulnerable. I instinctively pulled my shoulders together to reduce my attack area. Dr. Münster stood in front of me and stared on my breast.
An insidious smile went over his face. – well, don’t even look that bad. I noticed that at the present time he was always out of the reach of my hands and mine Feet stayed, not that he might have been afraid- no. He knew that he was physically superior to me. He just didn’t want to make mistakes and enjoy his position of power. – take off your skirt!One voice in me said no.
I heard them clearly and inside my inside. But somewhere on the long way from my interior to the vocal cords in my throat, the sound had been lost. Not even a croak fulfilled the room. I reached behind myself, chopped my skirt, opened the zipper and let the skirt slide to the ground in slow motion along my legs. Who thinks in the morning when he attracts the underwear that it can be that in a few hours someone stranger sees him in panties and bra? If I had known it, I would have dressed differently: old -fashioned, stiff, unototetted.
But I only had my own needs in mind. I just enjoyed erotic, light, sensually playful underwear. It seemed as if it was my doom too. Dr. Münster stared at me unabashedly between mine Legs. His eyes got a hungry, glassy shine. – down with the slip, I want yours cunt see!A few days ago I had seen a film on television about the falling in love of the Americans into my own firearms.
In it they interviewed a woman who never leaves the house without her own firearm. I still know how I was excited about her attitude. Now I could understand your attitude. How I would like to have dr. Münster pumped an entire magazine into his body. I grazed my panties from my legs. How could you feel so naked and helpless. The neatly dilated labia burned like fire and the precisely cut triangle made of pubic hair it seemed like a flashing lighthouse that showed his lust the way to his lust.
-Spread your legs!At some point the measure was full. I was able to go to the slaughterhouse like a peaceful sheep, but still to use the withdrawal of the slaughterhouses, that was too much required. I stopped, stared at him and made no movement. A triumphant smile went over his face. My refusal seemed to excite him much more than my little lyre. He reached behind him and took out the camera with which he had photographed me in the fateful situation with his own brother.
He kept the camera in front of his eye, looked through and pressed off. I just stopped. He had already taken the bad pictures. Me, alone, naked in his office, what should he do with it?- So, and now I want a big recording from your cunt! Spread your legs!I would never have shown him my gender voluntarily. But the situation with the photo apparatus aroused me. Involuntarily I spread my thighs a little bit.
-Yes, why not right away. A little more … And press your pelvis after!To my own shame and shame I pressed my pelvis forward and pressed my gender outwards as on a presentation plate. I would have wanted to punish myself for this movement, but she came from my backbone, from parts of my psyche, which I hadn’t known myself so far. – yes, good that. Clicking the photo apparatus accompanied the tense silence in the room.
– grab you between the thighs!- Come close, do it!My hand slowly drove between my legs and lay down on my gender. Dr. Münster started to breathe hard. The photo apparatus clicked again. I wondered how many pictures were still possible. – Come on, stroke them a little, but don’t be so stiff. Somehow I had lost the thread. I felt so lost in the large room and exposed to. The feeling of the shame was gone, the feeling of excitement had evaporated, only a large, everything that has been devoured in me in me.
– sit down on the sofa,..His voice was now a little bit softer, warmer. I straightened up and tapped the couch. The expensive leather cover on my bare skin was cool and refreshing. Dr. Münster put the photo apparatus back on the desk and came up to me. He stopped in front of me, stared at my breasts and opened his belt buckle. He looked at me expectantly. I knew what awaited me.
Mechanically like a zombie I reached for his pants and opened the zipper. Due to the tight panties, his erection through. The glans had made a way through the cramped rubber and looked curiously into the outside. I grazed the pin from the pelvis. His limb was relieved. Since I had seen my brother’s huge erection, my dimensions had shifted. I would have the limb of dr.
Seen Münster yesterday, I would have considered it big and thick. Compared to my brother’s stallion tail it was at most good average. I picked it up and put my mouth over it. Dr. Münster seemed much weight to put on personal hygiene and hygiene – it tasted fresh and clean. I started his link with lips and Tongue Mechanically to stimulate. In me everything was dead, as extinct. No hatred, no longing, no excitement, no anger – just an all flooding emptiness.
His hands searched my breasts and included them through the bra. He pressed and massaged them hard, hungry. It was. As if my breasts no longer belonged to me – strangers grapished on a breast that had become strange to me. His right hand drove on my back and opened the bra closure. He grazed my cups from my breasts. How was I proud of my stately breasts used to be. Now no feeling flooded through my body, everything was quiet and empty like a fully cleared apartment.
Dr. Münster didn’t seem to notice anything or it didn’t matter to him. Like hungry wolves, his finger plunged on my bare breasts, pressed, massaged, researched. His limb in my mouth continues to swell. It couldn’t take long and he would be in my mouth. My throat cramped alone when thinking about it. He pulled his limb out of my mouth. I looked at him in astonished and without blank.
Apparently he didn’t want to have his seed in my mouth, he wanted to inject between my legs in me. He pointed his head towards the desk. We would have had space on the couch. I didn’t understand him, didn’t want to understand him. His hands encompassed my breasts and pulled me out painfully. Like a calf on the way to the battleground, he dragged me down in front of the desk and stood behind me.
He pressed my thighs apart with both legs. I heard his pants hastily grazed from his legs and felt how he put his limb on my vaginal entrance ..
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