And even if she were, I couldn't flex at the hip worth a darn. Perched firmly on my personal pity pot, I wasn't coming up with much to alleviate my tu...ocharged libido.At the time, I was living in an old house on the corner in a middle-class neighborhood south of the university and just a few miles from the hospital. I was a house officer, a fancy name for a post-doc fellow. The house was a mess when I "inherited" it, looking like the Gestapo had just left. Lots of elbow grease and several trips. She could hear voices and other noises she couldn't quite make out over the heavy panting of the man raping her. Her pussy burned from the invasion and then it happened. He pushed deep into her and came - no condom as she felt his cum spray inside her. He slid out and came again - coating her walls and then his cock slid in easier,"She's wet and ready now!" he shouted as he moved off of her. He walked to her face and pulled the rag out of her mouth. Lauren gasped for air and her mouth was dry.. ”Mom smiled. “That’s nice. Sorry for what?”“For the way I was behaving back home. I was angry at you for taking the way that jerk Robert treated you. And he wasn’t the first, either. I guess I was angry at him, too, and angry you wouldn’t listen to me.”“That’s okay, Rachael. I haven’t had the best judgment when it comes to guys.”“Grandpa’s good for you,” Rachael observed. “I haven’t seen you so happy in, like, forever.”Mom smiled. “I am. I’ve lived a fantasy I’ve had since I was younger than. These bonds stretch my knees open as well as down, meaning I must wait with my thighs wide apart. Just having my nether regions exposed before men would be unbearable enough, but then there’s my upper body. Every Okhoron’s saddle is located with two vertical poles either side of it, poles an inch thick and formed of a metal alloy. Shackles lock my wrists to these poles. Like the ropes opening my knees, the poles also permit no concealment, being far enough away that I must extend my arms out,.