There it wouldfade in the heavings of my bosom and the beating ofmy heart.It was all soheaveny … I wished to prolong theagony of delight …...oh, so badly.He changed his course again. He drew it almostcompletely out, let it rest in that position for a shorttime, then he would take it and rub it between myquivering and clawing-on-his-prick, lips. Sometimeshe would press it to my swollen clitty. With renewedlust, he would with terrific force, dash it in to thedepths of my. He was often sent the most difficult, accepting only the attractive, more interested in their bodies than their minds. But his therapy did work, the girls would return home after just a week with a new found personality, more outgoing and more personable. And best of all, they remembered very little. Some flashbacks did occur in the girls, but it was easily explained as adolescent sexual fantasies, the girls often not even willing to tell anyone of what they thought they remembered. . I held his shoulders and kneed him in the balls.He fell to the floor. “Fucking bitch!” He growled.“Not so tough now, are you?” I taunted him.He was still down on the floor, curling in pain. I turned around and picked the baseball bat a few feet away from me.I walked towards my attacker again slowly. I gently patted the bat with my palms as I took my time walking towards him.I savored his grunts of pain. The way he curled facedown on the floor while holding his balls is funny.“If you don’t want. . why ... I mean," my son stammered, "what has started all this, Mom? I mean ... just a couple of weeks ago ... you were furious at me for taking your panties ... now ... last night you had sex with me, and I'm learning you had sex with Kira, too. Why?"I let out a long breath, uncertain exactly how to talk about Jackie. Unlike when I'd discussed her with Kira, Jackie had not been able to talk to him the way she had with my daughter. Even as I tried to fashion an explanation in my head, I knew.