I was already feeling a bit tipsy but I drank it anyway. ‘You mean there’s really an answer? Yeah, I want to know. I’ve never understood why I c...uldn’t give Sharon what she wanted. I mean, we could have gone to a fertility clinic or something like that. If you know an answer, I want to hear it.’ Lisa downed her drink. I could see the alcohol flush on her, too. I think we were both a little over the legal limit. Maybe that explained it. I couldn’t understand why I even started talking about. Since my extreme humiliation and distress were now coinciding with my first sexual experiences, I was slowly being conditioned to get off on it too, although it would take some time before I really came to terms with this and actively appreciated these experiences as my fetish rather than having these situations forced upon me simply only for other's sadistic amusement. Don't get me wrong, their sadistic amusement at my expense would still be a major focal point years later, but it's as if I. You turn on the vibrator and i rub it on my clit and every once in awhile i slip it deep in my pussy,making me moan and breathe hard with excitement.as you place your cock in my mouth.and fuck my throat so deep making me gag.you push it all the way in that your balls are all most in my mouth.then you hold it there saying thats a good bitch take it take all of your daddies cock.then i gag and all most vomit as the saliva comes out of my mouth.it runs in my eyes and all over my face.i want to. ‘Good, let’s make love, then!’ Doreen whispered. She buried her face in the crook of Lois’s neck and hugged her tightly. ‘Oh, darling, I need you so badly! It’s been so long!’ ‘Yes,’ Lois replied, ‘It has been, hasn’t it?’ ‘Maybe it will be easier to tell Doreen what I have to tell her if I make love with her one last time before I do. Maybe, if we make love, it will help soften the blow ,’ she told herself. Arm in arm, they walked into Doreen’s bedroom. Once they were inside, Doreen slipped.