Sue Ellen watched Amber work her way through each form. She would pause at each question and scrunch up her face while thinking about the answer. It w...s almost painful to watch. Amber would occasionally glance up at Sue Ellen and smile weakly, almost apologetically."This is kind of like taking a test. I never did well with tests in school," Amber said.Fascinated, Sue Ellen said, "That's okay. Just take your time." Thank you," Amber said.Sue Ellen could hardly wait for a chance to chat with. She gave me a cheeky smile.The rest of the night whizzed by--a blur of sitting at that table and talking shop, of trips to the bar. But overriding all of this, constantly thinking about Gina: who she was dancing with, where she was, what she was doing, how many cigarettes she'd had...whether Preston had tried his luck with her.By the end of the night, I was exhausted. Gina was hammered. We got a cab home, and it took the last ounces of my strength to get her into the house and up to bed. I. I walked to the table and laid myself face down over one corner, my legs either side, 'Pull your cheeks apart for Daddy', and as I held myself open he smeared my anus with the same cream, then inserting his fingers inside he pulled me open, 'You fucking tart, you bin gagging for this', his whole demeanor changed, he became nasty and vile, each powerful thrust into me, racking me with extreme pain, I thought of my friend Cindy's advice, 'Once he is in you relax, it will go easier, I promise',. She hadn’t seen much of my gentle side. Her hand was resting on her thigh. I put my own hand on it, my fingers slipping between hers. She looked at me complainingly, but she didn’t stop me. “I’ll be sore for days,” she whined. “You will be, indeed,” I agreed, letting my mouth curve slightly in a smug smile. She didn’t catch my implication that I intended to have much, much more sex with her that would leave her sore. I drew her hand to my own thigh. “Come here,” I said gently. Reluctantly, she.