“Mamma J is going to make you so happy.”I stripped down to my panties and laid my clothing and pistol in an antique dining chair that stood by my ...edroom’s door. I went to the bed, took the plug, and applied the lube, standing where he could get a clear view of the process. I applied and stroked all the while talking to him in my most soothing tone.“You love things up your butt don’t you, honey? I can tell what you do. Your tushy is just so cute, I know I can’t be the first to plug you… I’m. I needed to know how she felt after she slept on it and had time to think. She experienced a lot of things that no sixteen year old girl should have to experience yesterday. Come to think of it, most grown women would be hard pressed to deal with what those men and Karen did to her yesterday.Erin was embarrassed to be talking to me about it. But finally she said, "Mom, I know I should be curled up in a ball under my bed right now, crying and trying to get someone to dial 911. But you saw how. I then crossed my legs, reached behind and started trying to pull them out, drawing them across my vagina feeling the pleasure on my clitoris, as if someone was pulling my knickers off me to fuck me, and I was resisting, by crossing my legs.So here I was at an early age in my first sexual scenario, I knew what the value of my pussy was to men, and it turned me on.I was lying away from my room door, naked and on top of the sheets. I was almost doubled-up with my knees almost in the foetal. The barrel had a plastic apron that contained a variety of cleaning products, feather dusters and rags. Suddenly, I didn’t want him to leave. I had piles of work on my desk, but I felt it was more important to talk to someone, even if it was only the janitor. Besides, I realized that he might be of assistance. ‘No wait, I said, ‘You’re not bothering me. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mike. I’d offer you a chair, but as you can see…’ ‘Don’t worry about me. Trust me, I have all the time in the.