Nancy began to press on her left labia while holding the vibrator in her right hand, putting more pressure with it on her clit. I could tell she was r...ally beginning to like it. "Ummm… ahhhhhh," she said as a blotchy, red rash began to appear on her neck and then slowly spread to the top of her breasts, a tell-tale sign of strong sexual pleasure.Her legs began slowly to straighten out and then come together, her toes curling. "God, I'm afraid… it's getting so strong, I don't think I can take. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of that, and a fresh flush of shame passed through me as I visualized how I must look. I was speechless; I could only moan.My body was on fire, and I quivered as his fingers dug into the pliant flesh of my bottom. “Tell me the truth. Have you ever let a boyfriend play with your ass?”Ben pulled up hard on my thong, and I rose on my toes, reacting to the pussy-floss being dug into my sex. My ass was drawn high, and I buried my face in my arms as he tortured me. Occasionally, a fractured thought insult filtered its way through the barrier that he had tried to create, as people slowly lost their temper and hurled mental jibes at the people they were supposed to love the most. It occurred to him that if everyone followed through on their thoughts that the prisons would be full. No-one imagined hurting a stranger as much as they imagined torturing those closest to them.He realised that he had been reading the same paragraph of his book for the past twenty. It began with the park and still centers around it.Adjacent to the elementary school my daughters attend is a small city park. It has a sandbox (actually sawdust), some swings, some monkey bars, some spring mounted rocking horses. Along the concrete paths, which encircle the children's play area, are several sets of metal benches where parents can watch their children recreate. I developed the habit of walking the girls over there after school so they could play for a half hour or so when the.