I put my arms in the sleeves. I reached behind me and zipped it up my back. There...that should do it. I looked even better in the catsuit now than I ...id then.But suddenly I felt a sharp rippling pain all over my skin. It felt as if I had salt water on my skin! What the hell was going on!? It felt as if my skin was tearing off. I looked in a full-length mirror. Oh my God! What the hell is going on?!? My lips are even fuller and puffier than before! They're the most erotic, juicy, and wet pair. I started doing what I’d watched Tom do not so many minutes ago. The tingling got stronger as my fingers moved up and down me getting wetter by the second. My fingers circling my clit and dipping into my hole.“Try putting 2 fingers in your hole Sarah.” Ian suggested.I was doubtful that I could get 2 finger in me but I tried and was pleasantly surprised when I managed it, and it felt good. “See if you can flick or rub your clit with your thumb while still fucking yourself with 2 fingers.” Craig. I never could have made my son rape me, if his father had not helped.Ronald Sloptvik is an asshole.Let's be clear about that. He does not respect women(men either) is selfish, and sometimes cruel. A small part of me still loved him though. I did not really have a choice, cuz every once in a while I neeeded his cock in my cunt. It was as simple as that. After all these years my pussy still belonged to him. He owned it, and he knew it. As long as I didn't piss him off he was a lot of fun to be. Perhaps the reason that I never asked her out or met her outside school was because I’m such a useless passive unassertive man? It was so much safer to fantasize, to pretend, than to face reality and do something about it. But now the time for doing something about it was approaching fast.Z sent me a few messages on Zit but they were all practical and unemotional, making sure she’d wait for the right bus and stuff like that. We didn’t really chat, not like we used to.Friday came. After lectures.