I remember the dread that welled up in me as I realized that while I was trying to avoid puking I had missed answering one of his questions. He backha...ded me through a shower door. I remember hitting my head on the rear wall as I slammed backward. I also remember puking on myself… The fucked up thing is I remember that as the one clear time that he actually hugged me… When he said he was sorry. As I grew up I became more and more isolated, and as that isolation grew so did the anger inside of. Yes I believe you are ready to be bred.I step out from between your legs, and remove my cloths. You see the Bulge of my cock, even now growing hard at the anticipation of breeding you.Soon my cock is free of its bindings and grows to full hardness. Your breathing quickens, in anticipation of being impaled on this shaft of rock hard meat. you desire it. You yearn for it to be inside of you.I step backup between your legs. I reach into a draw beside the exam table and remove a strange device. I. She still FaceTimes with her mom every week or so, but she hasn’t been back home. That was years ago.She walked into Cassia’s townhouse and yelled out, “I’m in the living room!”Cassia yelled back, “Be down in a sec. You better not be wearing something boring!” A minute later she bounded down the steps and ran to hug her friend. They hadn’t seen each other all week. Cassia looked appraisingly at Dani’s outfit of a white cardigan that highlighted her meager boobs, with a short dark blue tartan. It simply said “With love from Sylvia xxxx “. Jenny told me that she had been given it as a leaving present by Sylvia, who was probably her best friend. I had met Sylvia a few times, a slightly younger, taller, but equally beautiful version of Jenny. I knew little about her, apart from the fact that she had been single for 5 or 6 years, having had an older husband who had died in a road accident, and that she had been left well enough off not to have to work, although she did. The object was.