"That k**," she thought, "It's nice to know that he's anormal teen in some respect. Sometimes I forget he's just enteringpuberty and not a grown-up. ...I'll have to have a talk with him,though." Quickly, she finished washing her things, then hung them from therod of her small shower. She returned to her bedroom and stripped,then slipped into her outfit du jour: black fishnet stockings, a redgarter belt, red panties with side ribbon ties, and a red half-cutpush-up bra. Over this she wore long. “I’m the best there is at what I do. But what I do best isn’t very nice.” With those few words, my lover has often stated the basic conflict that haunts his tortured soul, and our sometimes-tortured relationship, and I am not sure he even realizes it. But those hands – with the claws that could eviscerate me in a heartbeat – can sometimes be so gentle and tender when we are making love. I know he would die before he would seriously hurt me. I also know I owe my life many times over to the. " She grabbed his hand. "He's got a pulse. His breathing sucks, though. Damn, where is that ambulance? He's lost a ton of blood." Just then the paramedics ran up and took over.It was the next morning before they let Sophia in to see him."Are you family?" asked the doctor."I'm his girlfriend, I'm the closest thing. Our families are in Massachusetts. How is he?" Concussion, broken cheek, multiple facial bruises, broken ribs, broken left wrist, one of his lungs collapsed, and his rectum is a mess.. "The plug was pulled out and a big club pushed against my anus. Slowly the glans penetrated and opened my anus wider and wider. It tears me apart, I thought, suddenly accompanied by a stabbing pain, the glans was inside. I snorted and groaned. He paused briefly so that I could get used to his proportions, then he slowly pushed on. What a feeling as he continued to penetrate me. Fortunately, the initial pain subsided and I pressed my Sissy ass against him voluptuously. As a sign that I wanted.