I glanced at Mark’s crotch and could see his young penis making a huge tent in the front of his shorts. This game was arousing him as well as me. Th...t pleased me. It pleased me a great deal. It was clear that Mark was enjoying teasing me. I sensed he liked having 'me wanting' this way. I must admit, I was enjoying being teased myself. I enjoyed the control Mark had over me, his own mother."Oh darling, you are making me so wet. You are getting me all wound up teasing me like this. You are. Wonder and admiration filled his eyes as ran his gaze across the figures in the old black and white photograph. Most were instantly recognizable, while others remained unknown to him, having disappeared long before even Batman had first put on the cowl. There, at the center of the table, sat the original Green Lantern and Flash, along with Hourman and the Sandman, heroes right out of the history books. Slowly, almost reverently, Robin ran a gloved finger across the bottom of the photograph,. Since he had driven into town he had been often in the presence of others, either at the diner, the school office, Mrs. Wilkinson, in the stores. He wondered to himself if it was the expectation of loneliness that worried him, or if the contacts had been less than satisfactory. He feared loneliness, but understanding of it eluded him. He looked ahead to days of nothingness if he could not travel back to the sweeter end of the spectrum. Yes, it was tricky business, this state of aloneness. ‘I. He was going to rape her again, but this time he was going to make her want to put that huge, disgusting ugly thing inside her.And the truth was, she did dearly and desperately want to cum. She absolutely despised everything that was happening--but her clit had had too much. She had to cum. She was determined not to. But her body desperately wanted it. And that plus her knowledge that she had to comply or suffer conspired her to move her, even as she wept aloud at it, to turn to her dad,.