<strong>Charlotte</strong><br/><br/>Charlotte was trying not to let the panic over take her again as she felt the cock in her mouth move further in, pushing deeper into her.  She could feel Mr Goodfellow's cock brushing, moving across her sex and she moaned softly, half in fear and half in a strange sort of need.  She flet her legs spread wider, her sex on show, totally open to him.  She knew what was coming, she kne what they were going to do to her.  She moaned and whimpered, her eyes wide as she felt him so very slowly push inside of her.  It felt like he was stretching, her, pushing hard, forcing her virgin pussy to open for him.  It felt strange, she couldn't explain it, she had never expected to to feel so...well....good!!!<br/><br/>She whimpered softly around Mr Nailor's cock on her mouth, moving her hips very slightly to see if he felt any different, he just felt good.  She was sure she was betraying something but she liked the way this cock felt in her.  Very slowly he fed more into her, inch by inch, slowly introducing her to the feeling of being filled up, stretched.  Her head was spinning and she closed her eyes, her fingers stretched out as she searched for something to too grip.  She knew what was coming...<br/><br/>The slow in and out movements were making her moan, she felt every thing so very keenly, he hit her hymen, a quick tug made her momentarily tense, but he pulled out and then pushed in again, his cock so hard, so thick as he push into her, she forgot her moment of panic.  She opened her eyes and looked at Mr GoodFellow, she knew what would happen next and she tensed, her body tense, her pussy clamped around him and she felt the panic returning...