We head to the car, and get ready to go to the museum. Both Master and I are highly into art, and love going to the museums. When we get there, Master...opens the doors for me. I step in, and see that it’s not overly crowded but enough people there to be busy. We start out looking at the paintings, and work our way to the sculptures. I’m lost in the art in front of me; I don’t notice that it’s just Master and I around. I am guessing he noticed, because without warning I felt a sharp, intense,. ”The first arrival was a tall, dignified gent (whom I recognised slightly), dressed in blue corduroy trousers, what looked like deck-shoes, and a serious yellow and blue waterproof jacket over a blue roll-neck pullover. He’s accompanied by an elegant lady, dressed somewhat similarly. Both were carrying largish holdalls. He came up to me, smiling.“Missus Billings!” He dropped the bag and held out his hand. It was warm and dry, the grip firm. “I’m James Marchant. This is my better half, Gwen.. Christian wiped my tears and stood me up, taking me by the hand and led me into the house. I put the sheet back on the bed and put my robe on. ‘Go downstairs,’ he said behind me. ‘I’ll bring in everything from outside and then start on dinner.’ I slowly walked downstairs, the hurriedness that I had felt earlier had escaped me. Time stood still for me now. Instead of turning right to go down the hallway to the kitchen, I turned left and entered our living room. I’d always admired this room. It. Lying on my back on my parents’ bed and with my thighs spread obscenely wide underneath Darren’s long, strong, energetic body I couldn’t avoid seeing the over-generous flesh of my tummy and my large boobs wobbling horribly with every powerful thrust. But Darren didn’t seem to care and at that moment I simply didn’t care either; the sensations radiating outwards from my over-sensitised vulva dominated my whole existence. The pain of my broken hymen was still present but was fading with every.