Don't worry, we'll fix that."The dildo from my mouth was removed. Even though I could scream now, there wasn't a point. We lived far from any other pe...ple, our closest neighbour was ten miles away. We had bought it for privacy. What a way to backfire. I thought all this while I waited for his next action. It didn't come at first, not the way I expected it. Instead of just shoving the dildo in, he probed my hole with his fingers, scissoring until the sphincter relaxed. His tongue helped too just. She had been jogging when she was jumped. She kept on looking around. Checking behind her. That afternoon, after she was done with her classes, she caught the train over to Cambridge and met him at Harvard Square. They ate, went to the library, and then went back to his room. And that’s the way it went. Grace was living with him. She was too frightened to live on her own, or with a roommate she didn’t know. She still woke up crying and babbling in the night. Almost every night he would wake to. Jacking off?"The mere thought that she might be, or that she was, thrilled me to no end. I lost whatever inhibitions or fears I might have had about it too in the blink of an eye. We had actually had a conversation about things like that almost a year ago now, after the first time she found soiled sheets from what she had then explained to me as being a "wet dream." That had taken us into the discussion of masturbation and such, and how it was perfectly normal for boys AND girls to experiment. The pit of her groin was squishing with every slow stride. The juice tickled as it oozed out.Then her pacing took her to the window.And gazing out, Carla saw a strange dog in the yard! It wasn't a large dog, sad to say.But it looked frisky and vigorous. It was a mongrel, she thought, some sort of cross-bred terrier, perhaps. Carla considered, wishing it were a Great Dane or a wolfhound, but she was in no condition to look a gift dog in the mouth.Carla decided to give it a try.She hurried to the.