Just then she heard her mother call her so she dressed and went down to greet her.'Hi sweetheart.' Her mother said as she switched the TV on. As usual...with her mum, the words were right but they were said with little or no feeling. The rest of the evening continued in the normal way apart from Emma's continual question of her virginity bouncing around her mind.That night, as soon as she was in bed she began to touch herself, rubbing her clit and gently probing her vagina. After a little. “Enjoy. Just don't break her.” Was she really offering this sweet perfect body for me to unleash my inner demons on? The man joined the owner and walked out. you walk over to the girl. Your lands softly graze her body. Even fucking her you'd break her. What’s your name? You ask. Nothing. “I asked you question. What is your name?” this time your voice was louder. More stern. Maybe she wasn't allowed to talk. Still nothing.You could feel your muscles tense. The vein on your arm very visible. . I suddenly realized that Brad was not wearing latexgloves. The examination had turned into erotic exploration. Part of mewanted to run screaming from the room, but the more inquisitive part of meliked the attention and the touch of his fingers. Lying on the table I couldalso detect that Brad's slacks had an obvious tenting action. I suddenlywondered what Brad looked like naked. It was as if the two halves of me werearguing about what to do next.Brad asked me to stand, as he felt for any. Maybe it was, ormaybe it was just a way to show up O'Toole. She wasn't sure. Maybe itwas a way to get a powerful ally that she might call on down the road.The important thing was that Clyde seemed to going along with the game.She could hardly believe how easily the words came out of her and, moreimportantly, how much he seemed to be buying what she was saying.Ritter's smile grew into a broad grin, as he considered what "evenmore" might imply. 'I'll certainly have to keep that in mind.'* * *.