"It's crappy training. You hurt me."She left the room. I didn't see her for the rest of the night.The next day passed uneventfully. I mean, I watched ...ome soap operas on TV, I chatted with a few of the old, wrinkled nurses, you know? A big day.Late in the afternoon Carole Anne peeked her head around the door. "Hi," she said."Oh hi," I responded. "It's the torture monster." I wasn't happy to see her.She stayed outside the room, her head twisted around the doorway. "I deserve that," she said. "I. Her arms were held above her head, her legs splayed as if she were on some kind of rack, she writhed and twisted with all her might but could not break free of her bonds. She became hysterical, twisting and jerking as she pleaded to be released, her voice growing hoarse and her lungs burning. The ghost seemed to wait until she was spent, hanging from her shackles and weeping quietly.With a start, she saw the ghost materialize a few feet in front of her, as if stepping out of a shadow that was. It was better than the Black Dildo. It was throbbing. He lifts my face and as I was about to talk he put his fingers on my lips and signaled me to be quite.I suddenly became aware that my hubby was sleeping upstairs. He placed his right hand between my ass cheeks and he moved it down towards my pussy lips. He touched my pussy lips with fingers. It gave me immense pleasure and I was shy because my pussy started dripping when he started sucking my boobs. Now he realized that I was also horny he. Luckily, the apartment was pretty close to the airport as tears continued to fill my sister’s blue eyes. I had never seen her this happy before and it made me equally happy. We arrived at the apartment as the sun was beginning to set. She led me inside, grabbing my bag before I had the chance to and tossing it on the couch.“Welcome home, Kev,” she said as she hugged me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “I don’t ever want to spend that much time apart again.”“I’m here until you kick me out,”.