The abuse we had experienced in childhood had made both of us magicians of denial. Distraction and avoiding the big picture were our common stock in t...ade. They had been vital skills in helping us survive as children, but disastrous for our adult selves.My solution had been to overcompensate, to focus with single-minded intensity on whatever was before me, sinking my teeth into every challenge like a terrier and shaking it to death. Violet’s was to escape into acting, to have expectations of. . 'The more she thought about being home, the more she thought about being in that hot tub, and the more she thought about the tub, the more the thought of being clothed in nothing but her birthday suit and the wetter she became, until the urge just overwhelmed her and her hand slipped into her pants...The feeling of her own juices on her fingers made everything ten times worse than it already was ... the feeling of her hot box wrapped around her tiny fingers was just too good to stop now .... Don?t question me.??Yes Sir.? I layacross his desk as requested. My head hanging over the edge of the desk lookingupside down at his chair. His fingers were running up and down the belt betweenmy legs, moving the vibrator inside me and increasing the flow of juices. ?Open wide slut.?I opened my mouthas he thrust his cock forward at me. It was very hard and he plunged it deepinto my throat. I am well trained and do not gag, maintaining pressure on thecock whilst massaging it with my tongue as. Meanwhile, the motionless hand simply rested on quivering flesh, his thumb a fraction of an inch below her cunt.She enjoyed the caresses and stood with feet well separated to give both men free access. She felt again the sense of primitive joyousness in this amoral attention to pleasure. Her body thrilled to her position and to the multiple stimuli her husband and friends applied. And she fervently hoped they would be as inventive in their game as she and Soldier had been in the cave.She made a.