.. it is too much!"Martin took her face in his hands. "Look at me Melda Min. Concentrate, just as I taught you before. You will need to apply yourself...more this time until you become accustom to the changes. It is no different. One scent or sound at a time, just as before. You can do it. We will help you." I don't ... I don't understand!" She grimaced, her hands coming to her head. "There is only ... there is only you!" No Melda Min." Martin said. "Do you trust me?"Dysea looked at him with pain. ”“Yes, it’s pretty,” she growled sarcastically. “It’s also binding and hot!”“A necessary evil,” he responded gently. “You must hide your flesh so you don’t incite men’s lusts. To do otherwise would make you nothing more than a harlot. It would leave you unclean and needing to be purified.”“Why is it my job to curb men’s lusts?” she asked in tears. “Besides, what changed from yesterday to today? A day?”“You’re two hundred years old today,” he said placatingly. “You’ve come of age and moved into. The shoes stuff had nothing to do with keeping the rug clean. It just makes itmuch less awkward later on maybe, and it does make one relax a bit more.I just had to rub my clit, it had been giving me those tingles just begging forattention. I unbuttoned another button on the top of my shirt as well as thelast button, leaving the ones by my belly button and above. I gave my nipplesa little shock treatment with an ice cube — wowie — and dryed with with apaper towel. Then picked up. I was not disappointed; whoever was fingering me added more lube and another finger and started to really open me up, gently but insistently finger fucking my ass. Sam held me tight as I felt those fingers slip out of me, replaced with by the head of hard, hot cock as it pressed insistently against my hole. It slipped and slithered up inside me without only a momentary twinge of pain. I took a deep breath as my ass accepted the big penis working its way inside me and again, I arched my ass up.