I told myself that was a good thing. I shouldn’t wish for other women with abusive sons.I spent another five days searching without success. Garrick...and I found a decent rhythm. Sex was pretty good, half the time. The other half, I crept out of my bed and masturbated in the hall bathroom. I had returned to harboring the mighty plug, 24-7, with time out for bathroom breaks. I didn’t hide this from Garrick. He encouraged me, but it sounded hollow. At best, I unconsciously pressured him for sex. This went on for quite some time. He kept asking her for a blow job and she kept refusing. But of course, she stayed in the car. He finally asked her if he could kiss her and she said OK. He had a bench seat in the front so he slid over and they started making out pretty heavily. He was playing with her tits almost immediately. She said that she was holding his cock through his pants pretty much right away as well. He finally said “c’mon, there was a motel right when we got off the. She moaned a bit and started breathing heavy. “Honey this is my finger right? And this is your asshole that I am pressing against right?” She said, “uh-uh!” Then I said, “Sweetie, now can you imagine a man’s cock sliding in and out of it instead?” All she could say was “ow my gawd! But …. ”“But uncle AJAY I still don’t get it. Show me how, please.”Now I see she has a naughty smile on her face. I smiled back. So I asked her to remove her pants. She did so immediately. Then I asked her to slide. In twenty minutes the doctor was ushering them back out to reception.“Okay it’s been a pleasure to meet you,” he said as Grace realised that that was the treatment finished and she had to say ‘thank you’. “Myra will see to your account. So take it easy and if symptoms worsen then get him to a hospital okay? Like the one just across the street. But he should be fine in a few days. Have a great day.”Grace went to sign the card amount and discovered the reason why the receptionist was acting.