Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her pajama pants down and off. "No, I don't. We need to stop," she said. But as his fingers found her wet...pussy again, her back arched and she sighed loudly."Ok...I'll stop...," he said, sliding his fingers inside her. "Now? You want me to stop now?" he said, moving them in and out, slowly. "No...no," she said. Her legs opened more, she bit her lower lip, rocking her hips. "See...that's not so bad...or is it?" he said. "It's so bad," she said. "So. “You okay?” Ollie asked, pausing beside me on his way out. “I’m good.” It wasn’t true. He shrugged and left. The water felt nice, but I couldn’t hang around all afternoon. I turned around, being very careful about my ribs, and saw that I wasn’t alone. Brett was still here. He was across the room from me, both of his hands on the tile wall, leaning under the spray of his shower head. He wasn’t moving. From his posture, I thought that maybe he was in pain. That was funny, I hadn’t seen him take. She’s shy around men, now that Dad’s gone. I’m going to call her when we get to your house and tell her where I am. I want her to come out tomorrow while you’re at work. Hurry, I want to meet Melinda and Audrey ... If they want to touch and feel, will it be alright?”“Love them, Misty - just like you love Abby. They’re going to love you - and already, I love you and Abby.”I opened the door and walked in to see Melinda and Abby kissing, with Audrey standing behind Abby, reaching around with her. .. a candlestick, with three candle-holders (and only one lit candle) hopped onto her stomach. Kristen stared at the moving piece of decoration in complete shock.It dripped hot wax onto her right nipple and Kristen screamed, thrashing against her bonds... it was so hot and burning! Her nipple immediately puckered beneath the wax in pain, and the candle stick dripped more onto it. Kristen's mind was having trouble wrapping around the idea that she was being sexually tortured by an inanimate.