Ahh!" No!"But it was too late. He had started to buck his hips, his 10-inch giant cock started thrusting inside me. I caught my breath, my body was so...tense, there were sensations flying through every part of me as this giant cock filled me and started to massage sweet spots inside I didn't even know existed. It was torture. I've never been in so much pain as I was when he started to fuck me, I was stretched to the limit. But I was horny, fuck.After a couple of minutes, my juices started. He has even come to accept his little chastity device and the fact that he may only come when he earns the privilege. The one thing for which he wasn't ready was that I did not plan to pretend that I was that sweet girl who I had been. I have embraced the new me and I won't hide it from anyone. It would be humiliating for him. But he would like it. I had always liked Jason's mother, Anne. Since her widowhood, she had looked to Jason and his sister Marilyn for support. We usually entertained. Sexual abuse never really goes away, but talking about it with a reputable counselor can be helpful in some cases."I see," I said softly, "do you want to tell me your story from the beginning?" Well, to the best of my recollection, he was in his early to mid 50's when the contact began, and I was eight. Our secret relationship lasted for 3 years. "I would spend weekends with him from time to time throughout my c***dhood, and I began going over to his place very early in my life. He lived. Seph held out the envelope ... Harold hovered..."Well, damn it, Harold ... pick one," demanded Violet.Harold cracked up..."Violet ... I can see why it took you so long to learn to fly." Huh?" No patience."An idea ... not really, more a torture ... struck Ed, "You know the other chests?" OH ... NO!" exclaimed Seph, "we didn't check EVERY box ... Shit, Shit, Shit." She turned her bag upside down on the bench ... again.They were a little less ceremonious about sorting the junk. If it wasn't a key.