12, 2018I said in my “There are no words” blog post that we would be going some places here. It’s ok. We’re exploring feelings real ones. Not ...ll thoughts, feelings, and actions are pleasant. It’s ok. You need to ask yourself if you’re up to looking into these places. It’s ok if you need to skip something that hits to close to home. You’re not going to hurt my feelings. A lot of people have been hurt by suicide. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it with me. I’m NOT trying to get 500. I reached the widest point, his cheeks flushed. I held it there, knowing it hurt, knowing he liked the hurt. I could hear his little grunts through the bit gag. I pushed it further. It slipped properly into place. “There Pet. How does that feel?” He moaned in pleasure. I released him from his bonds. I suspected I had him broken. I took his gag out.I rolled him gently onto his back, keeping just the collar on.I slipped my index and middle finger of my left hand into the collar, sliding my pussy. Her body starts to tremble as she moves the rabbit in and out of her pussy. Very slowly as if to tease me.Pulling it out until the tip is just inside, she thrusts it all the way in. She does this over and over until she screams out as her body trembles in orgasm.Her body goes limp and she slides down the wall to the floor.There she pulls her toy out, brings it to her mouth and begins to lick it clean.All the while never taking her eyes off me.I had not stopped stroking myself until she licked. I could also warn Marge, which should keep her out of the Hazelwood anyway ... I decided what I needed to do was to tell Marge right then and get Julie out of the house immediately. Marge would just have to suffer with being one short for the evening.When I opened the lounge door to go find Marge, what I found was a thug. He didn't even smile when he put his hand on my breast to pushed me back into the lounge. What the fuck? I asked myself.You said you had done this before?" I asked Julie.Yes.