She wanted him to slide that thing into her tiny little opening, to fill her completely.And then he did.It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, li...e nothing she'd ever imagined. She felt the pain, ripping, tearing, battering at her as he pushed. And then she felt something break, and he was sliding, sliding, forcing her open, pushing deep into a place nobody had ever been before.The pain... she felt the hurt... but... She paused, aware of him sliding deeper into her body. The ache was still. He recognized that 5-10 and 150 were his height and weight, and looked with horror at Bill. Bill looked back at him with a grin, hit enter on the keyboard, then deliberately poured the rest of his coffee onto his shirt."You clumsy, clumsy stewardess," Bill whispered to Wes and then grabbed his arm and pulled him close. "You just spilled coffee all over me, you clumsy bitch. You better follow me and help me clean this up, or else."Wes was stunned, "I'm so sorry, sir," was all he could think of. Arriving home very late in the evening.It was one of these evenings that Max’s father had drunk a large quantity of alcohol, making him very intoxicated. Going to the young boy’s bedroom, he forced the child to do sexual acts for his pleasure. From there on this would happen twice a week, when his mother would attend some charity conferences. His father would torture him, in ways that would not show marks on his body. Then he would use the young boy’s body for his desires.He did not speak to. The seduction was immediate and total, and you hadn't even noticed me yet." I don't think that that counts as seduction. I was fourteen then." But her tone softened; the first days of their friendship meant something special to her. To him, too, of course; but she responded more to the first stages than to the spots in between which he thought were finer."Sure it does," he said. "It just took me a few years to reciprocate." Sheesh! 'Doctor, you're the one with the dirty pictures.'" He had to.