Pulling it out, was almost as bad but holding it in my handsto clean it, as if it were a man's cock, was the worst. But I did asshe asked, also wiping...the lube off my body. When I returned, she hadwrapped up in a robe and I could tell it was time for me to leave. Iput the clean dildo back in her nightstand and followed her out of theroom, carrying the wet apron. She told me to get a plastic bag for myapron from the kitchen and again, I did as I was told. When I returnedto the living room, Eve. If you don't go along I'll have to hurt you to get what I want. You understand?" His strong hand squeezed her face hard.Tears started again. Amy nodded once against the pressure of his hand, and the man relaxed his grip."That's better," he said. "You'll like it better if you go along. You can do it hard or you can do it easy. Don't matter much to me. I can get off either way. I done this before, babe."He put a hand on her breast and kneaded it. Amy jerked and tried to push herself back into the. I tried a couple of places on the main highway next to my subdivision and was not too pleased with them because the ladies that ran the places tended to bend my ear with meaningless chatter that I found extremely boring.Almost by accident I found a nice place in a fuel station of all places that said simply "SPA". It was an unlikely place for a massage parlor and there was absolutely no advertising other than the single word. Since I was not in a rush to go anyplace, I decided to go inside and. We sipped and met each of the young boys, making boyish schoolyard remarks and such, and I just rolled my eyes at Lisa and Sis. We'd been there about an hour chatting and I saw the farm wives had gathered up all the c***dren, said their good nights, and shuffled them out of the hall to go home and to bed. Dad came over and asked if we were all doing well, and while we replied we were, my eyes pleaded with him to take us home as well, it was very disgusting and not fun at all. He seemed not to.