I'd say I took it kinda well, I didn't cry or anything, don't even think I felt anything actually... I got numb and just... kept on living. Maybe it's...due to the fact that my parents love me so much and that I don't know anything other than them as my parents, but I didn't feel anything negative towards them... anyway, I go to school, I have a best friend and lots of friends that take care of me because they say I'm adorable. I guess that's cool actually, that everyone likes me this much. I. I gave her all the standard arguments on why this was a bad idea, but she was adamant. We shouted back and forth for several minutes and that’s when I slapped her, HARD, it made tears well up in her eyes and I immediately felt awful and said, ?I’m sorry honey, I’m really sorry.? She just gave me a cold stare and replied, ?not as sorry as you’re GOING to be mom . . . you’ll regret that?. I knew I’d gone too far, but it couldn’t be undone now. The next day it seemed to be forgotten and she. She knew what she must do of course; call the police, go to a doctor get herself examined and get the locks checked ask the apartment guards how he got in???all these instructions went through her mind like the impersonal instructions of a stranger as she lay there. She stayed as she was until morning; when the sun hit her naked assaulted body and then she rose slowly the ropes fell away easily as she shook them off. She left the gag on however and stood before the mirror, her night gown had. I knew he’d need loosening up first before I could fuck his brains out.“Paul, I need to get you ready for my cock ok?” I asked as I pulled the lube from my discarded pants pocket. He nodded his head in agreement as I generously lubed up three fingers and my pulsing shaft. I slid my index finger in his hole and just as I had suspected, he was super tight. I knew I’d have to go slow and take my time to prepare him for our coupling.“Babe, I’m going to try two fingers now. Ready?” I asked.