“P-p-please d-don't hurt m-me,” she stammered, “I'm only th-th-th-thirt-teen...” As if Ricky gave a fuck. As if that didn't just make Ricky ...ornier. “What, you don't want to 'fuck me' anymore?” Ricky chuckled into her ear as he brushed at her curls. “I'm s-s-scared...p-please don't r-rape me...”“Pfft, baby, I'm going to rape the FUCK out of you.” Ricky pressed her scream button by poking his finger between her legs. “But, you know what? I kind of like you. I'll give you a choice: which. I lost, and this is my punishment.”“Your punishment of losing a bet with your husband is to stand in Union Station in a clown suit?” she asked, confused and unimpressed.“Yeah, let’s see if I can make this brief, without getting too, um, explicit.”A vibration shot through her, and she shuddered in delight. Ryan! That bastard! He had turned on the remote-control vibrating egg. It lay inside her panties, lodged against her clit. She fought like hell to maintain her composure while she talked to. Was it the environment she wondered? She had never been in a building like this one, or witnessed as many wonders in such a short period of time. The man returned and immediately spoke. He had a strange Germanic accent that had only added to the queerness of the day."Well my Lady Daphne is your mind now knowing what it wants? Will you sponsor my important work?" Professor, you have been a most diligent an attentive host, but I have grave concerns. I can not completely account for these.. As she bent over more I noticed that it was not just red and puffy but it was soaking and her clit was erect and firm. The inside of her thighs were soaking and her pussy was gaping a little. I just stood there and stared as my brain calculated that I was looking at a recently well fucked pussy. I was interrupted by her voice “Oh babe look you really do like it”. I looked down and saw I had a raging hard-on. “I’m so fucking horny” she moaned. She placed her hand between her legs and started.