It wasn't so bad, because I lived in town, so I could go home if I wanted. Or, I could go shopping, and I often did. One particular day, I was dreadfu...ly horny, having seen and flirted with several of my favorite customers that morning. I had already dipped into the bathroom to have a quick frig, and by lunchtime, all I wanted to do was spend some quality time addressing the state of my throbbing cunt. Since I had the time, (2.5 hours) I decided to take a drive to the toy store, a Lover's Lane. It wasn't easy, his mind was active with a strength of will that belied his advanced age. He didn't have my gift though, or he'd have crushing my tired and nearly exhausted mind like a rotten piece of fruit. I'd not rested quite enough before starting this little expedition and I'd already exhausted my willpower rather more quickly than I had originally hoped or intended. Now I needed a flood of effort, but my mental pail was almost empty. This was going to be extremely chancy.After giving up. "I watched her eyes move slightly, and she smiled at me and waved,showing off long tapered red fingernails."Alan? How do you do?"She had no trace of an accent, so I couldn't tell if she was originallyFrench or not.I slowly found my good manners."Hello, Yvette. I am pleased to meet you." It was the politest thing Icould think of to say.She smiled. It seemed genuine, and full of warmth. Then she peered alittle closer at her computer monitor, as if she was examining me. Orwhat she could see. And then pain, unimaginable pain, as though she was a victim of Vlad Dracul, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Vlad the Impaler, he'd taken her quickly and at the extreme of his length, she screamed then tried to push him off, he slammed her and forced her down."Get your ass up, get your fucking ass up," he snarled.She raised herself to accept his onslaught and he pounded her. Ursula was wailing, the pain was intense but even worse this was Ryan doing this to her, he flipped her onto her side, she looked.