”I did not say a word again. Then I felt his cock trying to get inside of me. But my legs were tied up, so he untied my legs. He was holding my legs...up by my ankles, and he was trying to push his cock in me. But my hole was not big enough for him and hurt like hell when he tried to force his cock in me!“Wow! All that cum, and still not wet enough for my cock to get in!”I heard him spit, and felt it in my hole. Then he stuck a finger inside of me. It hurt a bit at first, but when his finger. They weremeeting the rest of Lynne's family, who were coming down from up north. Needless to say, I was quite surprised to get a call from Ray at Disney.He started sheepishly, "Dude . . . you're not going to believe this." Now What?" I asked, my eyes rolling back in my head, although Raywouldn't have seen that. This was a dangerous question considering someof the dangerous misadventures that Ray's gotten me into in the past."Do you still have the key to our place?" Yeah. I think so. Why?" I. The massager and vibrator are remote controlled. My husband has used this on me before and it is maddening. My husband has the remote and I have no way to get it off without the key. He dresses me in sweat pants and a baggy sweatshirt with no other top. ”Go make the boys breakfast. I’ll be down soon”. He heads towards the shower. “Can I wash my face?” I ask. “No” is all he says. Then he uses the remote to turn on the vibrator and closes the door. I try to maintain some normalcy as I fix. They were matted and pinned to the studio walls. A large, unfinished canvas sat on an easel. It was an acrylic painting of Cathedral Rock at sunset, an artistic cliché in Sedona, perhaps, but a majestic Arizona sunset as the backdrop for one of Sedona's premier red rock formations had captured my attention and imagination."This is my art studio," I said. "If we tear out..." That's when I noticed Angela wasn't paying any attention to me. She was studying my paintings."You did these paintings?".