” I clicked on one of the models with testicles included. “As far as a dildo goes, from what I can tell, the balls don’t really add much to the ...xperience. Maybe they give you something to hold on to while you’re…you know. But I’d guess they’re more for aesthetic purposes than anything.”“Hmmm.” My daughter mulled over the pros and cons. “I’m a fan of balls, too – real ones – but I don’t think we need them on my dildo.” She shifted on the arm of my chair and I noticed how warm she was next to. "Come in to the store again soon, ok? See you soon?" She added a kiss on the top of his head, and ruffled his ears once more. "Now get on home." With, again, a wag to signify that he understood "home," he continued up the path. Not too far ahead was the old millhouse that still stood on the creek, unused, and it wasn't too much farther after that until the apple orchard. He was looking forward to the satisfaction of completing his job. Lydia returned the way she'd come at a brisk pace,. ..We move together as one, your hips bucking slowly, up and down, matching the pace of my hand milking your cock. My finger slips in and out, periodically thrusting deep inside of you with a firm push. Each time I penetrate deeply inside of you I hear you groan with an intense satisfaction, despite your little kicks of protestation. Something deep inside of you is being touched, as we look into one another's eyes, it is a game of trust, power and surrender.Without saying a word, I spread your. I didn’t want to be that turned on by the situation, didn’t want to be dripping wet by the idea of being forced into having sex with someone I was saying no to, even if I was attracted to him. But there I was being man-handled, restrained, stripped, and violated, and dripping wet because of it. The only thing that made that anywhere close to ok was the fact that more of me than I was willing to admit really did want this. Not just the sex, but the forcefulness.I defiantly never had any rape.