As if my body knows this is its only chance to soften the impending brutality, my pussy gushes for you, slickening the head of your cock with it’s j...ices. It’s utter torture being teased like this. An anxious desire to feel you inside of me is consuming me piece by piece. I know all I would have to do is buck back and you would slip in to fill the void where your cock belongs, but I remember that I am your toy, so instead I coyly plead, “Please… will you fuck my cunt first?” peering back. She looked at the instructions again. "There will be some itchingfrom the second or third day. This is a sign of healing. Be sure to leave theclip alone. Do not be tempted top try to relieve the itching by touching theclip or the flesh nearby in any way." No suggestions for relievingit, then – a terrible torment!" Day 6, Night: The itching is a constant presence, continuous, unrelenting.Pressure by sitting square and firm on the clip helps a little, but it soonreturns. The temptation to pull,. That's not...."Paul rolled his eyes. "I know, I know... I'm a Yankees fan, you're a RedSox fan... But it's not the end of the world. We'll work through itsomehow..." Paul, stop, please." She looked back down at the purse in her lap. "Ineed to be serious here, Ok?" Ok, serious. The truth is I already know. You weren't born a girl."Erica's head spun up to face him. Her lips were moving, forming soundlesswords.Paul reached up and put his fingers under her chin. "So, are we on forthat seventh. In other words, she had become more than ever like the woman he had been fucking with lusty joy the last week or so, though Linda herself probably wasn't aware of it. But if what he was thinking was true, he reflected in surprise, then he should be happy that she had finally been turned on. His first reaction when he had seen her with Fred was to curse and revile her for it, but now he realized that it was more a triumph of what he had been longing for than any kind of defeat for him.More than.