She did not like it.Then in spite of herself she felt something. She was hating it, hating it, hating it, but she *felt* something. Don could see some...hing in her eyes. Somehow he *knew* what he had made her feel and he smiled, not relaxing for a moment the insistent circling movement of his thumb."Turn over!"From Don's magazines and videos she knew full well what was going to happen as he covered her bottom with baby oil and forced the vibrator slowly into her anus.Don had his trousers off and. “Okay, David,” I thought to myself. “This isn’t adding up. This thing has to be worth thousands of dollars. I either need to grab this fast or get the hell out of here.”I quickly decided to try at least to load it up. A small voice in my head kept telling me, “What if the story was somehow real?” I didn’t think I would ever forgive myself if I didn’t at least try. So I opened up the tailgate and grabbed a furniture dolly and a 6’ ramp I brought with me. I managed to get the dolly under the bike. Call me when it's ready." He turned and left the room.She stood there a few moments just staring after him. Had he forgotten? He wouldn't dare forget again and definitely not their tenth, or would he? No, not this time. He must be waiting till we sit down to eat or maybe after dinner. Snapping out of her trance she returned to the stove and finished cooking."Everything looks great." Jerry said as sat down at the table. "Have to hurry and finish eating. Got a big meeting in the morning and I. “Woke up late, eh? If you woke up late, then how are you fifteen minutes early?” I thought he might just laugh it off but I was wrong. “No one likes a liar Rebecca, it’s rude. Why don’t you tell me the truth.” The truth? Can I handle telling him the truth?“Well... um... I… um… I thought you would...like it….” I stared at the ground and whispered.“Speak up and look at me. Who in the hell is going to understand you when you are talking that low with your head down. Repeat yourself.” His voice.