Trust me that friends of mine are looking for the person who caused this and that he will be punished."Her spirit wrapped her arms around the shaking ...ngineer and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for being compassionate and caring about me. But now, forgive yourself."Slowly, the dream faded into blackness. Janelle saw a middle-aged man being held by a worried woman about his age, who was kissing his face and stroking him tenderly. They were clearly in their bed and loved each other. She watched as. She lowered her head and I could see tears in her eyes. "I promise," she whispered, "I'll do anything you want me to." I'm sure you would," I told her gently, "but I need to know what this means." I, I, I'm scared of sex. It hurts." If it hurts, you're doing it wrong, or your man is." It hurts," she whispered, tears now flowing freely."Okay. I'm going to talk to the others now. Don't go away. What you need is someone who can help you through it. You just need your confidence building up. With. From the drawer of the bedside table, I pulled out a large dildo.I lay back down, nude. I rubbed the hard rubber over my slit, over my aching breasts. I closed my eyes. I let the head of the facsimile cock play with my swelling labial lips, shuddering each time it grazed over my clit. My son’s face swam before my closed eyes as I slid the hard artificial cock into my clutching opening. It entered easily. I was wet, very wet. I heard myself give a small groan as the thick pole parted and entered. The knife was no longer at the victim's throat, so it was safe for Nemesis to act.She poked the mugger from behind with her stick jammed into his backbone just below his rib cage. The force was on the order of 450 psi (pounds per square inch) and it strained the mugger's spine between two vertebrae. He fell, and Nemesis kicked him in the throat to crush his windpipe. She did the same to the other mugger who was just beginning to wake up. She made sure that the potential victim was OK and.