I can't believe I am stuck on a planet with all of these people that are breathing my air, and have all of two brain cells in their dumb heads... 'The...more she thought about being home, the more she thought about being in that hot tub, and the more she thought about the tub, the more the thought of being clothed in nothing but her birthday suit and the wetter she became, until the urge just overwhelmed her and her hand slipped into her pants...The feeling of her own juices on her fingers made. He then realises he needs a different command. ‘Play with yourself just the way you like and arouse yourself as much as possible’ this command her ego understands and obeys while her conscious mind looks on in horror.He then asks her who the person is she’d least like to sleep with in the world. The answer is Mr Hobbs, her best friend's father who she’s known since she was a girl. Although not harmful, he was fat, old, not attractive, unstylish and used to eye rape her in an unsubtle way. He. She knew what the punishment would be if he didn't finish.He pushed into her again, seeing her wince. His concern raised, but he soon began to realize that some of her pain he would not be able to ease. She had been hurt so much in the past that pain was inevitable for her, and that was clear as he could feel the long scars inside her as she tightened around him. It was sad, and he was not sure he would be able to finish. How could any of her client, feeling what he could feel? But he had to. As we continued to tongue fuck each others mouth, I pushed her against the back of the sofa, as I slid between her thighs, pushing my sopping wet hole against hers, pressing my titties to hers, her rock hard nipples boring into mine. Every where her tongue touched, my nerve endings exploded like star bursts of horny need. Slowly I pulled her down on the floor in front of the sofa. Twisting around I straddled her face and lowered my mouth to waiting lips. Sliding my tongue between them working.