”“OK. Now, go!”“I want to talk to Doctor Franco,” I said.“About what? You know what’s basically wrong with Jessica. All he’s doing is ...otting the i’s and crossing the t’s so that she can be admitted to that place in Maine and be covered by her medical insurance. Let the doctors do their job. You have to be strong to do yours.”“I hate you,” I sighed.Elyse smiled, “Thanks for conceding defeat. That’s what you always say when one of us backs you into a logical corner.”December 21, 1988, Chicago,. “Now Sonya, let me see you cum”. His permission is my need, my hand starts to move faster on my cock, my breathing is laboured with a mouth full of panty. I hear myself grunt with pleasure, feel my desire mount as I work harder to fulfil Bill's demand and my need. It does not take long, my orgasm arrives quickly, my shouts of pleasure are reduced to muffled grunts. My hips thrust against the rope, my cock jumps in my hand just before I release my load. I know my master wants more from me so. ”“No! No, I don’t- Oh, please!” I shrieked when he forced inside of me, a hard, vicious press that made my asshole squeeze around him with my panic and alarm. He did it slowly enough to make the pain last, but not slow enough for me to get used to the sensation. It was just the right pace for maximum pain, so that I quivered underneath him and couldn’t keep from making these small little writhing motions.“Stop struggling. Do we need to go back to the belt?”“No! No, please, I’m sorry! It just. She had played with some of the boys at school, but apart from some mutual groping, nothing had gone remotely that far. Some of the other girls claimed to have gone much further, usually with older brothers. For some time now she had been plagued by thoughts of sex at the most inappropriate moments. Somehow her own hands did not fully satisfy her at night, and she constantly found herself visualising what all sorts of unsuitable men would look like naked."What if I don't want to?" she asked,.