Without anything to even muffle the full stimulation of all my pain receptors, my body was essentially ripping itself apart from the inside out. I cou...dn’t even tell when I was having a seizure or not, it just all felt the same. Every second, I felt like my flesh was being shredded away by flaming chainsaws while twin lobotomies were performed on my brain with jagged icicles. My parents had to stay home from work to take care of me, as I could not go to the bathroom or feed myself. They could. You did well. Now remember, from now on, you can only cum if I let you. Ask permission. If you don’t, I will punish you. Maybe like this. But next time, I will do it until you are bawling. Do you both understand?”“Yes, Sir” they both replied.“Okay then, I think I have one more left in me before I should leave. Probably better I depart before your son gets home — wouldn’t want him to walk in on you both like this, would we?”“No, Larry, we really wouldn’t,” Helen agreed.“Okay, both of you sit up. At fifteen, I am sprouting moderate B sized breasts which are so perky I am often suspected of stuffing, which I do not, and I have proven so in the locker room several times.I am not sexually experienced and my mother is very sheltering but not in the convential sense. Although we sit around talking about boys, sex never comes up. I know that my mom was what you would call a slut in her younger days but I try not to think of that. Sometimes she does bring guys over and they do stay the night,. Most disconcerting, for me, was the fact that Tess' rival was preternaturally calm. Nothing seemed to shake Martha McLaughlin's confidence. On the fourth hole -- a short par 3 -- she overcooked one and ended up past the green by 40 yards. She'd left her ball hanging off a 45-degree slope -- the bank of a little stream running through the course. There was no way She was going to get up-and-down from there, but her double bogey, under the circumstances, was a moral victory.Tess, meanwhile, was.