” I said. “At some point that night, you two dared me to jerk off while you watched.” I laughed. Here we were. The three of us, sitting out o... the same deck where it all began and I was awash in memories of the three of us together. We all laughed at the memory of that night. We were so young. The laughter soon trailed off into an awkward silence. Marcella finally broke it, saying “That was the best summer ever.” Her eyes were tangled up in her memories and she was smiling. Then her. And the more I thought about it, the faster myheart would race.This should have been far easier. After all, I had been the new kid inschool so many times, but there I was, hiding behind Kathryn, terrifiedto take a step inside the class. My carefully laid plan of being thealoof cool girl who doesn't talk to anyone was unravelling before myeyes. Fuck. The other kids were going to call me a baby. Like in secondgrade when I cried because I didn't get the right juice. The memory andthe realization. . these were tears of fear. Now I realized how close my marriage was to ending and I was terrified.I wasn't sure how I'd greet him when he came home Sunday night. Would I throw my arms around him and hold him tightly, or throw myself at his feet and beg him to stay, or would I take a knife and cut the bastard's balls off? All three were definite possibilities.The actual homecoming was anticlimactic. David came in, gave me a small hug and kissed me on the cheek. Then he asked the hard. Then Mistress turned it on and my body arched and shivered with pleasure. Wonderful, torturous pleasure. I could feel as if I was going to explode right there.Mistress just smiled at me and chuckled. Seeing the look on my face as I started growing used to the pleasure rod inside of me. "Good boy. That doesn't hurt now. Just feel it inside of you. Buzzing you. Pleasuring you."My body arched and trembled. Mistress was teasing me so badly that it was hard to hold back my orgasm. She continued to.