It would take more than just a little jab at him toget him to engage into a verbal confrontation with Sir. It might feelgood but it will not accomplis... anything. It would be a waste time inDoug's eyes.He started to walk out with his cake when mom came home. The sneer onhis face went to a smile when he saw her. Her gave her a hug and shewished him a happy birthday, Doug told her he was leaving. His mom askedhim when he would be home and he answered, "I will be back in a coupleof hours to pick up. “Just imagine putting this on and fucking Tonya hard. My advice, you'll love it.”“Ooh, that does sound like I would,” she said, glancing at Tonya who had picked up a silver bullet vibrator. Smiling, I put the strap-on and the bullet vibrator into the basket. Not the one on display, but the one in the box. I browsed through the shelves, looking for other wicked things to play with. I snagged a pair of red anal beads. They had a ring handle and seven increasingly thicker beads on the slender rod.. He stopped. ‘Do that again,’ she panted. He obliged, and she made a high keening sound. He couldn’t get enough of this. Her skin was like velvet, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He stroked and teased and scraped. She writhed against the bed. ‘Again,’ she panted. ‘Don’t speak,’ he told her. ‘You can make noises, but no words.’ He had no idea why he was doing this, he just knew that it felt right. She fell silent. Finally, he touched her breast. It was as soft as it looked, warm and. I hadn't been slapped that hardin a long time. I had thought Aunt Margaret would have been fun and kind andnow she slapped me! I remembered, though, that up until that time she hadbeen very friendly and nice, and only after I raised my voice did she getangry. What a temper. The softness of the panties and nightie felt good against my skin, eventhough I didn't want to admit it. I rolled over several times just to feelthem tickle my skin. After such an event filled day, I finally fell.