" OK. I think we probably just used some muscles for a different purpose inside. Your body's not used to something coming in that hole." Oh, Wes. Don'... be so gross." Leslie. First of all it's part of your body, so there's no way it could be gross. Second, if I do something to you that hurts, no matter what, I need to know about it and I'm going to take care of it if there's any way I can. I know I haven't been holding up my end of the bargain for the past few years, but I took responsibility. Then a few days later, John and I were alone again in the living room sitting on the couch.“So we're alone now,” John said.“I noticed,” I replied in a tone.“Well, I'd be a bad sexual friend if I didn't ask what was wrong,” John said.Then I took a very deep breath.“Well I guess I'm just really feeling bad about lying to Jeanette. She thinks I'm dating some fake boyfriend, and she has no idea I'm fucking her dad,” I replied.Then he got close to me and put one arm around me. I could tell he felt. My fingers will coax it out of your body, but I have to warn you. It will return, and you’ll need repeat treatments indefinitely,” he told her. Emily Rose nodded her head. Reclosing her eyes, she felt his hands slide down her inner thighs and hoped that he didn’t notice the wetness there. His fingers were slim and long, as they massaged her tender skin. Her thighs quivered, as he got closer and closer to her throbbing flesh. She felt faint; head buzzing. She was breathing so fast. “Calm down,. There was a waist-high fence around the terrace, so the people passing by could not see the naked slut on all fours on the terrace. I made my way to the door of the restaurant and attempted to open it, but it was locked. I saw that Paolo and the owner were inside, drinking wine and smoking cigars, laughing and telling stories. I knocked on the door. They waved at me and laughed again. I knocked again. The owner slowly stood up and came towards the door. I was kneeling outside completely naked..