I had no choice, I had to let them rape me, and I loved it. Besides, no matter what they did to me, I know I’m a slut, mom made me a slut, and I’m...proud of it. I wrapped one arm tightly around his neck and pulled his face down to mine, furiously french-kissing him. His beard is long and dirty, it itches me badly. Wrapping my legs around him, moving them up and down, so I could feel his cock deep inside me. Though I knew it would hurt, I locked my ankles together behind his ass and pulled his. Just close your eyes and breathe.” I feel his fingers slide into me. The first one feels amazing. It’s my first time being touched like this. The first time anyone has been inside of me, and I understand that my body was made for this. He pulls his finger out and replaces it with two. The fit tightens, and it feels dry and rough for a minute. “Shhhh,” he says, when I whimper. Taking his fingers out, he replaces the two with three, and I feel my hips buck from the shock. “It’s okay, baby. You’re. At first glance, it looks like a normal wash bag, brightly coloured with a zip fastening. I slowly open it and one by one, remove each item. There are three vibrators; a small, almost finger-sized one; a medium rabbit, and finally a larger one, which I mentally note is still much smaller than you. There’s also a nipple-stimulating toy, some textured rubber finger sleeves, a pair of lace-topped hold-ups (which I explain that I like to wear sometimes to feel extra-sexy), and a set of miniature. What Becky and I were contemplating venturing upon now was something not to be taken lightly or casually; it was something that would be life changing. ** How we had arrived at this point was because of something that had happened just over a month earlier. We both led hectic professional lives and from Monday to Friday our time was consumed by our work commitments but weekends were our time. Saturday nights we would do things like go out for dinner; maybe go to the cinema or even just have a.