I had enough money in my account to do this and not feel overly put out about it. I packed my one good suit in my hard-side suitcase along with a pape...back to read and tea fixings for the hotel room. It would be cold on the east coast in early March. I prepared for it.Equipped with my suitcase, a small courier bag containing a laptop and my birth certificate I took the train into Chicago's Union Station. I found out which subway line to take to get to O'Hare Airport and spent a boring hour plus. Did she look shocked? She finally said, ‘I wasn’t a child.’ ‘Was it a relative?’ ‘No. Two boys in a park. I’d just turned sixteen … the legal age here.’ She swallowed. I waited for her to continue, looking sympathetic. ‘They dragged me into the bushes and stuffed a sock in my mouth so I couldn’t scream.’ She re-lived the moment in her memories, ‘I was standing between them, petrified. They tore off my dress then joked about how I hardly had any tits. It excited them …’ She explained to me, ‘I. Then she leaned back up, and I (as the only male, I'd been designated temporary "announcer" as Marie had put it) asked him, "Who was it?"Frank said, "Lissa."Lissa mimed a fist slamming down in frustration, but retained her silence and backed off and resumed her standard kneeling position at the coffee table. Then Marie ran the random number generator again and this time pointed to herself.She grimaced, and seemed nervous as well. But Lissa mimed a very energetic, aggressive kiss, and raised an. You must be in so much pain,” she said. She got up and went out of the room. She came back a few minutes later with some ice cubes. She put the ice cube on my pussy. God, it felt so good!“Ahh,” I moaned as I felt the cold ice cube on my clit. She started rubbing it slowly all over the redness. I enjoyed it very much. It was turning me on at the same time, reducing the pain.She took off her bra and came close to me so that I could play with her boobs while she applied more ice on me. I made.