Without thinking on it further he threw her to the ground and pulled down his britches. “What are ye’ doin’ ?” Asked Corrine.“She’s not a ...irl or a woman, is she? There’s no law against it.”The other boys cheered him on, his ego flaring as she looked up with fear in her eyes at the size of his cock, while a girl might find it average to this small Elf it was almost half her height. She cried out against the gag once more, but now it was feral with panic. Unbuckling her legs he pulled her body. In fact, that was part of the issue I was grappling with. I had enjoyed it. Further, as soon as we hung up, I had fingered myself to an incredible orgasm. Up until that point, I had been okay with masturbating while fantasizing about my son – because it was just that – a very naughty fantasy that only I (well, and my best friend, Anne) knew about. But now I had let it progress to a new level. Shit, I had even encouraged it. It was one thing to tacitly know that Brian was masturbating thinking. But at the practical, real-life level her experience of me and our time together had been very different. A woman often hurt by life, I knew she’d tried her best to not get ahead of herself in terms of her hopes for me and our relationship. But the truth she was a single mom who earned a living taking her clothes off and being groped, and she’d met and fallen in love with a guy who loved her right back and who adored her daughter.And all of a sudden, this was being ripped away from her, the. Outside was a short corridor with a few file cabinets in it, and through an open doorway across the hall he could see a cluttered storeroom. Or perhaps it would be better termed a room with mounds of junk. The patterns of light showed there was a window in that room out of his sight to the left. Way to his left he could just barely see a small dirty window set high in the wall, which made sense for a basement."Hello?" he asked tentatively at first, then louder, but no one answered. The room was.