You know I don't like that. It hurts too much." She screamed out when she felt his cock move between her legs and run over her anus. He had forced her...before, making her take the head of his cock in her anus until her rectum grasped onto it, the muscle clenching on it, attempting to force out the intruder. She hated him when he did that to her, knowing it brought no pleasure to her, only pain and the degradation of the act of sodomy. He loved the way she screamed in pain, the sounds spurring. I think he thought he taught me everything from the movies he snuck from his Dads room.Unfortunately, my William never saw those diaries. He was excited to write the stories, and he planned on using Billy Hand as his non deplume.In March of 2001 something happened that neither I, nor anyone else, could save him from. William was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He went out to get a bottle of wine for the dinner I was preparing. On his way home there was a sudden ice shower, freezing rain,. .. species.", she said, thinking she said to to herself, but it was getting harder to think straight."Must... get this going."She climbed up and kneeled on the saddle, scooting up to position herself against the phallus. She firmly held both shafts for balance. They were a little slippery now too, maybe from her hands, but the "skin" on them seemed to give. They were so warm."This will work.", she thought.From kneeling she lowered herself so the phallus touched her labia. The engines sputtered. And Lynn had to agree with him intellectually, but emotionally somehow she sensed that there ought to be more to life than tiring yourself out with a baseball to avoid temptations of the flesh. A shudder of horror ran through her temptingly lithe body as she imagined what would have happened had Matt ever gotten wind of Phil Agard's little after hours activity. Agard would not have to fire him because Matt would certainly quit on the spot, which would be a shame because jobs were he hard to.