Uh, Okay. So you like being used and abused and humiliated.” I asked licking my lips at the prospect.“YES!” she squealed in delight. “May this...one ask a question?” I nod at her, my brain coming up with scenarios so disgusting Larry Flynt would balk at them.“Are those pictures of you fucking mom?” she asked sounding like the sister I grew up with.“Not just pictures, videos too,” I tell her with a little pride.“Would Sir mind sharing them with this undeserving set of holes?” she asked staring at. Then sitting up here and being the model for a discussion of sex ed..."The class tittered."It's perfectly natural," Miss Hooker explained to the class. "While the specific factors which affect Karen are societally influenced, her reactions to them are built in to her, and all women, through evolution. A creationist might say they are designed for human women by God. The discomfort of shame is a societal influence, but the arousal she is experiencing as a result of it, and of her own exposure. "To thehospital, then!" he said as he hastily backed out, spinning a brody onthe slick parking lot.The drive to the hospital was fast. Knowing that it might have verywell been Evan who attacked Miranda, Cal pondered why he didn't drawhis boot knife and stab it through his throat flesh and ended his life.I guess I need to be sure that it truly was Evan who did that. He usedto be my friend, after all... Cal thought as he spun into the hospitalparking lot and parked in the vacant handicapped. All the times that he has touched me and the winks he has given me were all beginning to mean something to me now. I know he and Kartik were good friends but the relationship between Kevin and me was different. There seemed to be more of a husband and wife bond than just friendship. Although nothing sexual had happened, I was wondering if it would, now that he had put my hand on his cock. I couldn’t start being unfaithful to my husband, especially now that we were planning on making a baby, but.