Your voice brings constant fear, fresh tears and a primal, stupid lust. The only real marker of reality, the last vestige of the mind’s connec...ion to the body of the creature, now almost abjectly object, animal, property is in her movement. There is no part of my body that is not physically, palpably hurting, aching dully or stinging with pain without reprieve. The endorphins have long worn off – a frustrating paradox. What is now pain that I want direly to escape was precisely what was. When one observes that something happens repeatedly, and in the exactly the same way, the mind makes a generalization that it will always happen the same way. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. The mind can even deal with events where the outcome is not always identical, by enumerating the possible outcomes: a tossed coin will land heads up, or heads down.These gross generalizations allow the mind to deal with common situations, without having to go through an exceptionally complex. He asked me if "Aunt Mary" was in town. I hadn't heard that in years, but I just told him it was the absolute worst wrong time for sex with a stranger.But I love to give head and I figured that would be easy. A little quick tongue action, he gets off and then we're out of here and walking up the isle.I dropped to my knees and unzipped his tuxedo pants. Inside were a pair of thong underwear barely constraining his shaft. With trembling hands, I pried his cock from the cloth and stared at it in. You don't love a kid if you can't say 'no.'" Whitney had often thought how different her aunt and her mother were, but that line showed their sisterhood. "The thing is, you weren't much older than that when I first held you."Whitney had heard the stories. For that matter, she did trust Aunt Cass to side with her. That's why she had called her in the first place."Honey," her aunt continued, "you've been a wonderful help these two days, and I knew that you wanted to see Joshua. But I still wasn't.