What was that? With a groan, I realized I soiled myself. I shit and pissed myself like an invalid. At that, I broke down. The pain, the sickness, the ...tench and shame were all too much for me to handle. And so I cried. Sobbing into the cold floor, the confusion of what was happening finally registering on my already overloaded mind, I fell asleep. ******************* Slowly, I became self-aware again. Slowly, I began to wake. As I opened my eyes, I found myself in a warm, dimly lit room. . Or perhaps, your husband is laying claim to you in a more overt way. Does that fine piece of jewelry around your neck signify something deeper, darker and more possessive? I must admit that it turns me on though I obviously can’t express that thought. I let myself imagine the cut of your panties. Silk of course. Soft and gentle caressing your skin. Sometimes I imagine the fabric caressing your magnificent bottom to be of a more daring variety with pearls gently caressing the crevasse between. Slowly, I put the head of my cock to her pussy entrance. I went forward slightly. My cockhead pushing inside her. She gave a little shreak. I pushed more. I was about two inches in and she was going crazy…give it to me Mr Smith, I cant wait. Take my virginity. I shoved all 8.5 in at once. Nichole became still, frigid almost. I thought Id killed her. Then she started to breathe again. I slowly started to pull out and she said keep it there, it feels so good. I stayed still for a little bit then. Not a one of them had so much as a scratch anywhere. Scotty piped up to volunteer though."I've got a cut on my hand mister," he said."You can call me Billy Joe if you want to Scotty," I said."Ok. I've got a cut on my hand Billy Joe," he said, and smiled."Would you mind putting it in the ice chest for a few minutes?" I asked."No, but I hope it won't be too cold," he said."We'll take all the ice out first."Jane and Karen emptied the Igloo and set it beside Scotty's chair at the table. We just.