It felt better than the various toys I usually used. Mr. Sims held his hand over my neck squeezing it a bit as he talked dirty to me. Sims-‘You like...that don’t you, you little virgin bitch. You like it don’t you. MMM your pussy feels so good. I’m going to fuck you real good.’ I loved hearing him talk to me like I was his slut, just as he’d done to Becca the week before. I moaned staring at him. Me-‘Oh fuck yeah. I want that cock. MMM treat me like your little slut Mr. Sims. Fuck my virgin cunt. As she felt it go in she let out a gasp from both the pain and the pleasure that she felt. Her pussie was very wet, but also very tight. She had never put anything this large into her honey box. She slid the handle as far and deep as it would go. She slowly began to slide the whole length of the hard, thick, long, ridged screw-driver handle in and out of her dripping love center. The pain that she had been feeling was now turning into the best feelings of pleasure that she had ever felt. The. I hope we can get her back, Damon but we may not!"Damon turned to look at his beloved; she was curled in a foetal position giggling. Her hands burrowed under her clothes. Roaring her mirth, she started to masturbate in front of them all."She has gone Damon, regressed to infantile sexuality. He mind is broken. I'm sorry," Silas flickered briefly and shifted his appearance. Geraint now gazed at the sexualised infant before him "without her we are lost, lost! Damon, the war is over before it has. My morals aren't exactly strong; I'd feel guilty if I were the one pursuing my friend's girlfriend and she so much as gave me a handjob, but if she kept coming to me, I could have her bent over the couch while my friend was in the bathroom without even questioning it. (No, it never came to that. I wouldn't have minded if it did.) For at least a month, though, nothing happened.But then my friend and his girlfriend started having issues. I never asked what they were, but it became apparent that.