The minute our lips met, something started pumping inside me, wanting more, but also wanting to calm me down. It sent shivers down my neck, and I just...wanted to kiss her passionately forever. Obviously, she had no intention of this, and instead starting poking around in my mouth with her tongue. I’d only done French kissing once, but this time was WAY better! Oh yeah!We immediately stopped. Having wild sex in the middle of a silent forest didn’t seem to be the greatest idea.“C’mon,” she said.. Why am I worried about his needs? I have to focus on my own. Why spare a thought for him at all, save to the extent that he may eventually prove useful? Is it the simple fact of my imprisonment? Does this ongoing torture without hope somehow inflame my already twisted desires? Would I be so easily tempted were I not suffering ongoing sexual victimization? I’ve given into my basest urges at times, and not always in ideal circumstances or with positive outcomes, but never before has my very. I was still trying to recover, when the next message came through. I moaned softly and debated for a moment or two before rising to get ready for work. Per message directions, I packed a hair brush and one clothes pin, so I could push limits at work. I could not even believe that I was packing them with little question or thought. My clit pulsed at the thought of what would be in store for me. Throughout the day there were tasks and challenges. I pinched my clit every time I was in the. I couldn't say a word, so I got up and offered to help mom off the floor. She wouldn't even look my way as I backed out into the narrow hall. One last gaze showed my mother soundlessly lying on the carpet with two men's cum oozing from her crotch. I went up into my room and stay for the remainder of the night. I didn't get up for dinner and laid on my bed until sleep crept on up on me. Around midnight my hunger awoke me from my slumber, and I left my room to grab a quick snack from the fridge..