I know one broke because the torn end was hanging from my vagina after he’d finished and my last customer was over the moon because I had none left....I spent most of the Sunday satisfying six of his friends. When I left the house I was still not allowed to clean myself and I stunk of man sweat and semen. Paul was waiting in the car. He’d sat there in agony, blood staining the front of his shirt for almost 24 hours while he watched his wife forced to fuck client after client. He’d sat there. He kept pushing harder and eventually got in. At first it didn't hurt, but as he pushed in deeper I started to feel pain. When he was in and positioned like he wanted to be, he started going faster, going in and out. I was uncomfortable and hurting, wishing it would be over soon. I know he wasnt purposely trying to hurt me, cause he kept asking if he was hurting me. I just put a smile on my face and told him no. I knew it wouldnt end until he was finished, so I decided to move my body with his,. That made me laugh. By the way, David chose not to come in the room. He was waiting outside to do anything Peter needed done. He also did not want to make me uncomfortable. To be honest, at first I would have been deeply embarrassed to see him after what happened, but later I would have been okay with it.Last, but not least on the list of shit I had to deal with, the hospital called my parents. Peter stayed with me, holding my hand and blocking the view, while my foot was stitched by the. As she reached the top of the wall, her arms began to ache, and her fingers were bleeding from the rough edges of the bricks. It took a tremendous effort to heave herself on top of the wall which was just wide enough not to fall off.She looked down from where she came and saw to her dismay that the dolls were halfway up the wall, making slow but definite progress. She looked at the other side of the wall and shivered when she saw huge waves crashing against it. She knew she had no choice other.