I wanted to feel unbearable pain. I wanted to be abused, to be bruised in the morning. I had my mouth on someones perfectly pierced nipple, tracing th... bar with my tongue, nibbling and sucking while my hand grabbed her leg. She was being tortured with the Hitachi by a woman in front of her, and finger fucked by a man from behind, pulling her hair. She was sweating, pleading to cum. I could feel her legs becoming more and more moist. A couple minutes went by, and the screams of her orgasm were. I still don't know what caused me to do what I did, but I remember kissing and feeling her up before gaining my senses back. She had been lying there just watching me as I felt her breasts. She never said or did anything to stop me either.Ashamed, I had run out of her room and into my bedroom. I was sure that I had destroyed our relationship together now. In the morning she asked me why I had stopped. She had been willing to let me 'have' her.The following weekend she had some friends from. He asked if I wanted to touch it and I began to stroke my hand up and down his pants feeling it being hard already which surprised me a bit, before he told me he had taken a Viagra before i came cause he had a feeling i was a slutty boy, and .. he was right. Why else had I shaven my body and before I knew it sat down on my knees in front of him unzipping his pants. He lifted his ass a bit so i could drag the jeans down to his knees and he wasnt wearing any underpants. His dick was something. ”“So, you’re trying to blame this on Todd?” he asked her.“Well, no, I was just explaining that, while it was wrong, we did make a better choice than we could have,” she explained.“I see. And did my son rub your pussy for you?” he asked.Barbara Jean’s face became hot and red with embarrassment. “Well, he started to, sir, but that’s when you knocked on the window.”“So, you made sure my son got his rocks off before he even touched you? Next time, you should get your pleasure first, girlie. Don’t.