I knelt down beside her and gently took her hand trying to comfort her. I could feel the poor girls pain lancing through her, she felt like she was bu...ning. I didn't know what to do. How could Trisha torture the poor girl like this! I could feel Trisha's influence on the girl like some odd field around her. I looked up at Jane who was on the other side of the girl."What can we do?" I asked."I don't know, unless Trisha makes it stop I'm not sure there's anything we can do," she looked upset at. Then I started to notice his hand was moving upward. I did not make any movements. I sat there and pretended to watch the movie. However it was becoming harder to focus on what was happening. David squeezed the inside of my upper thigh. What is he doing? I thought. We hadn’t actually seen each other in a few days. I let out the slightest breathe when he kept rubbing my leg. I think that let him know that he was getting me a little excited. But I truly did not expect him to keep going. David. The man frowning at me was at least five years older than me. He had floppy black hair that was swept across his forehead, and he had dark eyes, so dark that they seemed to be all pupil. He was wearing a tight-fitting top that clearly showed off his toned abs. I stared into his dark eyes, composed myself, and tried to speak. But all of a sudden, I just burst into a fresh round of tears. "Hey, there there. Why don't you tell me what's wrong? I'm Mark." "Holly," I spluttered. I don't know why,. I pulled the lubricant I had brought and liberally smeared it into my arsehole, and again on the butt plug, my pussy was so wet at this point I decidednot to lubricate the front one. Turning around I stood over the crotch pieceof the panties and slipped both feet into the boots which seemed almost madefor me. As my weight went on the toes the front began to close, as I liftedthe weight off it opened again, a quick bit of experimentation and I realisedI could open and close it quite easily..