.. how Iwould look, that's all!" Maybe, but those clothes are too small to be your mothers, and youdon't have a sister, so... what? You went out and b...ught them yourself?Just to see how you would look? No way! You must have done this a lot!And damn dude...you don't look so bad, pretty good as a matter of fact!"As he stood there saying all that I was quivering like a bowl ofgelatin, unable to put up any kind of defense. He had shattered all ofmy pat answers in one stroke!"I came over because I. I believed them and did my best not to let them feel my teeth. I had found the sodomy bad and degrading but could I cope with this? I did not know. I suppose that the constant rape and sodomy had made me desensitised and I just let them do it with out fighting. They use my hair to pull my face in close and I would gag ever time they thrust into the back of my throat. I was warned not to throw up or I would get a beating. I think the effect of my gagging made it sexier for them as. ” She licked along her ear from the top of Delorah’s earring up.Bronze fingers played with Sandy’s inner thigh climbing up toward her underwear that was starting to leak warm wet juices. “I want to give you control,” Delorah said. Her fingers stroked along the side of the wet panty, touching and encouraging the slimy liquid.“I want to tie you up and give you touch only when I say so,” Sandy said. “I want you to beg for—”She halted mid-sentence as Delorah’s index and middle finger slipped around. Her stocking was hung on the mantle. A crackling fire danced in the fireplace. A CD full of Christmas tunes filled the room with holiday cheer. To anyone looking in the window, it would’ve appeared as if the occupant was in a festive mood. That is, unless they knew the occupant. Tess sat in front of her computer, alone again on Christmas Eve and talking to others who were suffering from the same problem. Far away from family and few friends aside from those found online every night, she had no.