”“Wait! What’re you—OW!” Daphne’s feet nearly left the ground as Valerie twisted her arm backward. She let out a short whimper when her fa...e planted against the hardness of the desk. A pair of powerful hands pried her soft thighs apart, the raised her skirt. Her lacy white thong did little to block the room’s frigid air condition. The exposed flesh on her ass sent a foreboding chill up her spine.Daphne kicked at her capturer with desperation. “Stop! Mallory, there’s no porn on that phone!”“Oh,. .......................................................................................................................Sheila Ann ---, ..... Stalked and hounded by men, and a few women... Even death threats..., she does not understand what that is all about...The price of fame she guesses... Jeez she thinks; I was just a girl who liked to run.Sheila Ann ---, Tydke; --- I-ve almost forgotten my last name......Sheila never uses it anymore..., it helps to keep the wrong kind of people from tracing. You're curious. You do a little exploring. When you do you discover that touching can feel good. In the outside world there's a lot of effort spent on making girls not do that. They only want sexual pleasure to come at the hands of a man. They don't put anywhere near that amount of effort on stopping boys from beting off; they know there's very little they can do to stop them. Girls, on the other hand, are more amenable to control, especially iof you reinforce it with group pleasure.At the. Dad would stay at home recovering from his illness and Mum became more and more unhappy with life. Little did I realise that Dad could no longer give Mum the fucking that she so longed for. However, this changed when I reached mid teens. My first recollection that Mum was really missing having a hard cock between her legs was that Mum started to dress slightly more provocatively when I was around and no one else was about. She would bend over in a short skirt so I could see her stocking.