?I?m sorry Mistress. Won?t happen again,? I shook my head fearfully.?You better not let it,? My Mistress pointed a finger at me. She made me feel low,...as if I deserved to be slapped just now. It hurt and it was my fault.She continued to stare hard at me.She walked towards my bed, took both my pillow and blanket and put them along with my clothes that were stacked on my desk chair. ?Now I want you to lie face down on the bed,? My Mistress commanded.?Yes Mistress,? I turned around and climbed on. Anyway, we took all three to the grave and explained that their other mother was buried there after being killed by a big wave. The new island was named Felice Point.We sailed back out and went further north noting that the destruction was worse and then began to slack off before we reached San Francisco. We pulled into Frisco Bay and could see that, while it may not have had a tsunami, the earthquake was there. The Golden Gate Bridge was missing and the opening of the bay at that point was. In her other hand she had a blue dildo. It was big, at least to me. It was fairly thin and about six inches long. It seemed to be smooth with little ridges in it. When she handed it to me, it felt funny. I looked up at her and she smiled. ‘We will start with this one. This is a great de-virginizer.’ I just smiled and nodded. ‘Later, we can get creative with other dildos and various toys.’ We both decided that it would be best if she took my virginity when we could look in each other’s eyes at. I lubed up the dildo and slowly pushed it inside of myself. It felt good but I was majorly distracted by my friend sitting right in front of my spread legs. “Okay, good. Now, gently rub your clit,” she ordered.I did as she asked. It felt much better than the night before. I awkwardly played and toyed myself, often losing my rhythm. Every time I felt like the sensation was moving somewhere, my awkwardness or break in rhythm set me back to zero. Sarah could clearly tell.“Look, you're getting into.