Another woman, I assumed that boys mother, sat down a few benches away and I could hear her conversation. She was detailing to the other party some of...the most absurd things Id ever heard about some machine she wore the batteries down on. At the time, I was not openly comfortable with words like pussy and cunt but she couldnt stop exclaiming how amazing shed made hers feel. That night when Greg was asleep I found a website to tell me more information about it, and promptly ordered one. I was. Then, suddenly, he drew back and looked up at the ceiling. "Your uncle has discovered the missing key." "I don’t care." He kissed me again, making the blazing want climb. He trailed kisses to my ear. "He will check on you and then on me," he whispered. "Can he harm you?" "Not anymore." "Then don’t leave me wanting." He needed no further urging. His mouth returned to mine, sending the fiery need to every part of me anew. His hands clutched at me, like I might escape. We were already exposed to. His huge tennis ball head was rotating around my innards causing me to take very short breaths as Daniel sexed my unprotected butt. Slowly Daniel raised his upper body and slid his knees up closer to my buttocks. I looked through teary eyes as Daniel twisted one of my legs and stepped over it, than stepped over it again till he had turned me to my stomach. Panic seized me and I tried to scamper away from the monstrous size penis that had me impaled on it. Daniel grabbed my waist and pulled me. This was my introduction to what my co-workers had warned me about. “Is there anything I have covered so far that you’d like for me to go over with you?” I asked. “I’d love to learn a little more about fall prevention,” Rachel remarked. I dug through my note book for my lecture notes. “Can we perhaps discuss it somewhere else besides here?” Rachel inquired. “The student union is open,” I replied. “No,” Rachel remarked, “Too many people, and it is too loud.” I suggested a nearby coffee house..