Miss Richardson prowled the bedroom waving her shoulders from side to side, rather than her hips like usual. The little girl tried to imagine how deep inside her lower belly the tip of that rubber pole would have to push before her inner cunt lips had the honor of gripping the spurious dick at the hilt.

Hell, she tried to imagine her inner cunt lips opening up far enough to take just the molded head of that humongous dildo. But it was no use. Her imagination failed to conjure either image. One thing was for sure, Sandy knew that her pussy was going to be forced to stretch – both length-wise and width-wise – further than it had ever been asked to stretch before, and that was saying something considering the number of boys the little girl had allowed to fuck her.

Miss Richardson got up on the bed. She was kneeling with her back straight. Her knees were close together, both in between Sandy's forced-open thighs. The tip of the dildo bounced up and down a little bit.

"Please be gentle," Sandy said with a whimper. The woman then leaned forward so that she was on all fours. Her palms were flat on the bedspread beside both of Sandy's underarms.

"Don't be silly. I fully intend to fuck you as hard and fast as I possibly can," Miss Richardson said with a small, sadistic laugh. Her fingers were parted on the bed. Sandy was starting to sweat.

A combination of hot sweat – the steamy sweat of her sexual exertion – and cold sweat – the icy perspiration of her terror – oozed out of all of the pores on her delicious and diminutive body. Her pussy was getting very wet.

Sandy could feel the many fold of mucous membrane in between her thighs tingling wildly. Indeed, her poontang flesh felt as if it had suddenly developed a mind of its own.

Miss Richardson kicked her long legs out behind her – keeping her feet close together – so that she was up on her toes looking as if she were about to do a series of push-ups on top of the bound raven haired beauty.