Wedrove the 4 miles to the refuse site. Luckily there was no one aroundapart from one of the site workers. My wife pulled up and told me to getout and...unload. I cautiously got out, trying to stay on the other side ofthe car to the worker. I opened to boot and got the first 2 bags out andwalked to the large area to put them. I quickly threw them in and wentback for the other 2. I grabbed them and quickly went to the dump area.The worker looked over, couldn't believe his eyes and then. I stood like a stunned fucking mullet in the doorway. What the hell had just happened? This completely bipolar outburst from one of the most serene girls I had ever met had completely floored me. It's funny how you have this image of yourself and how you would react in situations. I always thought I sort of knew what to say, but I had just been an utter retard when it came to the person who counted most.I had to talk to her, to straighten this out, but no matter how many times I called (and. Uh-oh," Ally said suddenly.Alatem's head snapped up from the readings, "What do you mean uh-oh?" From the readings I am getting the dilator isn't functioning, we can't go home!" Ally almost yelled."Can you ascertain what the problem is?" Alatem said a look of worry spreading across her face."That's the problem, I never had any schematics on it, everything was done mainly by Cici and Charles," Ally said sounding almost a little jealous.Nodding Alatem looked at the com on Charles's wrist, "Cici. I moan as the pain fades into pleasure, and desire. The belt comes down again, this time gently, the leather running over my tender, aching skin. It rubs over my clitoris- oh yesss- and again, sliding over the wetness of my desire for him. “Oh baby” he mutters, and pushes the tip of the belt inside me. The leather is warm, and wet, and he spins it around inside me, bringing the walls of my vagina to life. Slowly, he pulls it out, taking a moment to rub it over my clitoris as he does. My skin is.