I really wish we could be friends again." Larry, do you ever talk to Kate?" No. It costs too much, and they don't have a telephone where she is anyway... She write sometimes." Can you tell me her address?" No. Listen, Clara, I've got to hang up now. I'm sorry that you won't do what your mother asks."I put the receiver down and went back to my bedroom. I was very sad after talking to Clara. In my mind, I had believed that I really wanted to talk with her, even if that was all I was ever allowed. I. .. abso... lutely... fabulous." Brianna gushed. "It made me feel..." she stopped, searching for the right word."How?" Betsy immediately wanted to know."... All quivery... and I couldn't catch my breath. My belly... ," she touched herself just above her pubis, "... felt so funny. I wanted... I don't know... to be touched like that everywhere."Realizing what she had said, Brianna blushed furiously while she adjusted her halter. "I mean, not there, but on my legs and tummy." she corrected herself,. The knowledge that this wicked toy had been stretching her ring throughout the ceremony and the reception afterward had been exquisite torture all day long.I knelt behind her and, one hand on her hips to hold her in place, I slowly withdrew the plug - four thick, stubby inches of phallic plastic slipped smoothly from her gaping, slippery hole. She gasped softly, and her knees trembled as it finally left her body. The scent of her arousal was strong in the still air of the suite. "Oh, God...". Now, as she stared at his disinterested back, she was asking herself the same thing."It's my body," she feebly protested. "If I decide I want to show you my body, it's my right. You can't just refuse it." G'night, Rita..." he said, and she'd sighed and agreed.His arrogant smirk was back as he turned around, and undid his pants. He didn't even have the decency to stand up, and after disrobing, Rita got down on her knees in front of him."Let me know when you're going to cum, you little twerp" she.