Sounds dirty, doesn’t it? The mere word gives me the creepy crawlies: INFESTATION. Whether rats or roaches, it’s never a good word. The kids start...d up with stories about little men. Kenny even said he saw one. Kathy heard them whispering under her bed. You know, typical kid stuff. They didn’t say if the little men were elves or leprechauns or gnomes or fairies or what. They just called them “little men.” “I heard the little men last night.” “Little men were singing in the wall.” “I saw a. And my jealousy and paranoia in the past had been nothing but an oblique admission of my inability. her being loyal to me would have been a waste of her god given looks and body. Maybe that’s why I had not stopped these proceedings. Somewhere deep within, I knew that she needed this. She deserved this.After what seemed like an eternity of fucking her like that, Alan pulled his dick out. I thought he had cum, but that was far from the case. He stepped off the couch, his massive dick glistening. Then gliding delicately along the curve of her right buttock—her behind still held high in the air--before continuing down onto the back of her thigh and beginning to stroke the bare flesh at the top of her stocking.Patti shivered. This wasn't rape, this was seduction…and her nipples felt as though they might burn holes in her brassiere.She made no sound or movement when she felt his hands leave her…when she felt him moving behind her again…or even when she felt his knees between hers, pushing. Watching them had just addedto Beth’s increasing frustration. Claire wasdeliberately building Beth’s sexual tension as a meansof further controlling her.It took a while, but Beth eventually calmed down andbecome more accepting of her role as a ponygirl. Herbrand had healed cleanly and she found that her clitring and cuntlip rings were a source of pleasure whenshe moved. Claire was now able to begin more serioustraining of the former Party Girl.She walked Beth to a concrete yard with.