Everything was the same: the display in the window, her skirt blouse combo, her tall black boots, even the blue jacket Prue had given her.Sara eyes su...denly grew wide as she noted the black grease and oil stains that ran up the sleeve and across the front of her jacket. In her dream she thought it was black striping on her blue jacket, and when Prue had sent her a jacket in real life it had been a perfect match to her dream one in every detail save for the striping. Now she realized it wasn't. She cried out, and resisted this time, her delicate hands pressing against his muscled chest, but it did little to stop him as he rammed his wet, rock hard member deep into her virgin depths, tearing away the innocence and puirty from her. She felt something tear within her soul, as well, as his thrust ground her rump into the earth, his member delving deep into her sweet innings. Shrieking, she turned away, refusing to look at him, as one bear like paw gripped both of her wrists, pinning them. I touched her clothes. They were damp. I moved the yoga pants to the side and saw them. A purple pair of bikini panties. The crotch of them was a much darker purple from the sweat. The crotch had visible cream on it. I picked up the wet panties and pressed them to my face. I inhaled. The smell was strong. The smell was funky. It was sweaty. But it was amazing. I inhaled deeply and took in all the different odors. There was pee. There was sweat. There was sweat from the outside of a pussy. There. "This is dark and it could escalate. Sister Cate is capable of things that make me queasy. There's no way to make her pay the penalty, so I expect to suffer for her misdeeds." This is the part I'm not sure how to convey to him, that there is a side of me that enjoys humiliating him, hurting him emotionally, and that it is offset by a side that would enjoy the right kind of retaliation, but not the wrong kind. I pull out his big clear plastic penis extension from my nightstand drawer. "I'm using.