“No, please. Tell me what I’ve done wrong.” Her eyes shimmered with moisture. “Oh, baby, I’ve been so selfish.” “Never,” he shook hi... head, but she silenced him by putting her fingers against his lips. Her eyes took in every feature of his face as he waited with bated breath for her to confess what was troubling her. “Baby, my life expectancy is maybe ninety or one hundred years. I’ll grow old in a few more decades and you’ll still be young.” He closed his eyes in relief. She didn’t know. . Whenever someone would take some wine from my hand it would give me a few minutes to move my arm and hand.As the night went on I would feel fingers dipping into my pussy. I was being pinched on various parts of my body and then clamps started being put on me. When I felt the dildo had to be in as far as it would go they brought out more dip. I thought for sure then next section would split me and just as I was trying to prepare for it I found out there were no more section, rather I had been. It was just another way of making a living. Not that there were that many options. You could work in the fields or in the community, but that had very low returns, dependent almost entirely on either the season or how well everyone else was doing. You could work in the factories, but that invariably meant sex anyway. Especially for Buttercup. She couldn’t help being so very pretty, and it was almost a curse to her here. And it wasn’t as if the work in the factories was that easy either. And. When we got home Ed was there. I told him I had struck out with Miss Beverly Worthington."I'm not surprised. Women that age have a hard time deciding what they want." I heard that," Jen said. "I'm that age." Especially single women can't decide what they want," he amended his comment.She hugged him and they kissed with no regard for my presence. I went upstairs to my room without finding out why Ed had gone with Stew to look at building sites.Over the next few days I took two of Beverly's.