“It happens all the time. Totally normal.”She wasn’t all sure about that. She bit her lip and said nothing as he continued to massage her inner ...high. His thumb occasionally grazed her pussy lips. At first it was soft, and unnoticeable like a breeze or touch of a feather. His hand moved up just a hair and now he was rubbing against her clitoris.“Try and stay still,” he said.“Sorry,” she said. Was she moving? She hadn’t been paying attention.“You are very tight. I’m going to try something. My heart went out to him and, without thinking, I entered the denand approached him."MOM!" he yelped, grabbing a throw pillow and trying to cover up. Then he just gave up and burst into tears."It's okay, baby," I soothed him, wrapping my arms around him ina protective embrace. "It's okay. I heard the whole thing. I'mnot mad at you. But that teasing bitch has really pissed me off."As I soothed him, he sobbed out the story of how she had come onto him. He had been thrilled to receive the. Her ass was regularly stretched and ravaged by cocks both real and fake, and her throat grew accustomed to constant physical abuse, but her sex was no longer broached or occupied in any fashion whatsoever, not even by fingers or objects. They ceased bothering with restraints, ordering her into one position or another and having their way with her. Resistance was an emotion she neither possessed nor truly understood anymore.After one particularly brutal caning session (atypically devoid of. ”. They both agreed rolling off me and holding on to each other. I started the engine and clicked on the air. Relief blew through the vents in the nick of time. “We are all really gross. You want to shower?” I pleaded.“This thing is awesome.” Tim said looking around without a concern that his cock was standing at full attention. “Mind if I go first? I’ll be wicked quick. It’s just I was painting the kitchen all morning, fucking all afternoon, sweating in a camper, painting, fucking, sweating,.