How could she? She didn't even see herself as one. Years went by and she slowly faded from society, she became more and more reclusive until she spent...weeks locked into her room. Her mind was preyed upon by depression; her psyche fell deeper and deeper into a black, smothering bog, until Sophie had lost her self entirely.She dropped from school, unable to handle the large crowds and judgmental stares of her peers. She was shipped through the system, the Government saying they would help, but. Then he put some lotion on his hands again and proceeded to massage it into the newly exposed skin. When he reached her pussy, his fingers slipped inside. First one and then two as he slowly moved them in and out. All this time their eyes were locked on to each other. Her hands reached out and she slowly moved his suit down his legs. He moved to help her and then his cock sprang free. It was rock hard and precum was leaking out.She spread her legs and he mounted her. He took his time entering. ? She said much too cheerfully. ?Parting isn’t such sweet sorrow after all.??Oh,? she continued, ?by the way, I bet you think I’ve completely forgotten that little something extra I’d mentioned about your butt plug. Well, I haven’t.?My mind hardly had time to form a question, when my back passage exploded in agony. It felt as if I was somehow crapping a lightening bolt. The current sizzled and shocked the tender tissue, as well as all the adjoining areas. Once more, the air was pounded. Karen didn't want to use her own phone, because she wanted to share photos on the WhatsApp group entitled "Hens+Stags" she'd created, that all members of both parties belonged to. Chat and photos had been exchanged all weekend, starting in the airport, but Karen aimed to spice the posts up, at Debbi's expense.The stags watched as the cameraman turned the phone around and waved at them. He was using the front-facing camera, due to the use of the conference application. The picture was in.