." She stopped, bit her lip as she remembered that she could never again hurt her father."You are a very dear and thoughtful girl, Sally, but you won'... hurt either of us. Of course you must give it to him. He will be so hurt if he thinks you haven't remembered."Sally feared that the stress and heartbreak of her father's illness had finally broken her mother's mind. Again she felt the flare of anger. Why wouldn't her mother accept that her father would never know hurt again. That he was. My whole body was on fire, every touch and sound threatened to send me over the edge. “Fuck me” he grunts. I push back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. My tits swing in rhythm, my nipples rub against the sheets adding to my insanity. “Do you want to cum?” he asks.“Yes Master. O please.”“Do you deserve to cum?”“No Master.”“Well at least you know you’ve been disobedient.” He thrusts into me harder and harder until I cant take it anymore. He fucks me until I am sure I am about to. Not any of the innocent bystanders or the heroes that fight against villains, obviously, but other, equally villainous individuals would.So there are heroes and there are villains, each fighting for what they believe or desire with all of their might. Locked in an eternal struggle of good and evil, right and wrong, light and dark and general niceness and all around asshole-ness, the heroes and villains of the world live their lives the way they believe they must. And, in this battle of good. There can’t be, living and sleeping so closely together in the same house. We knew everything about each other. We’ve shared beds and on occasion boy and girlfriends. To discover my housemate Gemma’s exotic collection of sex toys in her bedside table came as no surprise to me. My room was right next door to hers and I’d lost count of the nights where our vibrators have sung out in harmony as I listened expectedly, waiting to hear Gemma’s moans turn to that beautiful whimper she gave as she.