I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn’t tell Brett of my frustrations but I took care of them in another way. My body…my cunt…stil... ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn!A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren’t complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as usual, his fingers. Daniel's right hand held my stomach firm, his left hand had hold of my throat. With a powerful thrust, Daniel slid two to three inches more of his wicked fuck tool into mu innards. My body was convulsing almost out of control, from the pain oozing from my anal opening. Daniel placed his right leg over my thighs and pushed me to my stomach. Panicking I tried to prevent him from completing his maneuver, I was too weak to stop him. I cried out 'NNNOOO, DOOOOON"T,' Daniel paid no mind to my wants. I need to see what the clothespins feel like! I want to be yours to play with!”“Such a good girl,” Mark said approvingly. “If it gets too painful, you can tell me to stop. But I think you’d like to feel a little pain, wouldn’t you slut?”“Yes, please, God, I am so turned on by the thought of you putting those clothespins on my tits! I don’t know why. I’m not especially into pain, but I want to experience it with you,” she said, both aroused and confused.“I bring out the dirty little slut in you,. It didn't appear he'd used any more nails than he had too, as the small barrel was still nearly full.Mary assisted as much as she could with Lou's repair job. She helped lift boards back into place, handed him nails, and made sure he rested at regular intervals. He was pushing himself hard, considering he'd been near death itself when he first appeared out of nowhere. She couldn't help but notice that Lou seemed much happier with something to do. Sometimes he whistled as he worked. At other.