After all, the name, support group, implies helping those in need. We feel you need us with this problem son of yours."Taking a big breath, Carla cont...nued with deep concern in her eyes,"We propose that the seven of us take turns relieving your obvious anxiety about having an over-sexed and over-stimulated potential rapist in the house. Each night of the week, every week, one of us will be here in the room with William so you can sleep without fear. We're fully committed to this long-term. Needless to say that he was furious.... In the midst of compensating for the pain and time apart, couple of hours, actually, after he left his grandparents’ farm, Anet’s Caller rang with the frantic Liz on the other side.Moment after being told to get inside the house with her parents and grandma Shi Oh and then seeing the familiar golden vehicle of the mean man, the little girl picked her mother’s Caller from the living room’s table and called the one she remembered the mean man would listen. Of course, we all loved her new look and we were happy to see how drastically she had changed. Her hair was now much longer and lighter, and she had a model-like figure, which she proudly showed off with her form-fitting attire and spiked heels.We chatted a while about her new routine and sense of self pride.“I got some fake boobies,” Tammy disclosed, “and had some cellulite removed.”“You look good,” Liz complimented, “We are so very proud of you.”In a matter of minutes, it seemed like all was. Cam pushed me against the door and we both started to make out. After a while I could feel something push or throb against my pants: it was his dick. We stopped and, proving his strength, carried me to his desk (which he emptied as he threw everything to the floor). He set me there and got on top of me, as I started to unbutton his shirt. He suddenly stopped.“Are you aware of what we’re about to do?” He asked.“Yes,” I stammered. “Are you uncomfortable?”“No.”He grinned and we kept making out and.