The light from the full moon over the desert bathed the room in an eerie blue light. I rolled out of bed careful not to wake Jane up and went to the b...throom in the corridor. My balls hurt from all the action I'd had this weekend. I returned to the room; Jane still slept fitfully. Her ass probably still painful in her sleep from all the pounding I'd given it. I could not help it. Silently, I left the room and opened the door to the basement. The whole house was quiet.I crept slowly and. “Who waits until they are married to have sex, plus we have been dating for four years, they know we are,” I argued. “They probably knew the first time I told them about you,” Holly said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “They knew I would be sexually active,” she stated. “Why would they know that…that’s like saying your parents think you are a slut,” I said. “No, they just knew I would,” She said. “But…you didn’t even masturbate or anything until we met,” I protested. “Let’s just say it runs in. As the man screamed and struggled in her grip, she took one loose end of that wire and tied it in a knot around the base of what she knew to be his testicles. She tied the other loose end in a slipknot around the first wire, adjusted the position of her necklace above her cleavage, and let him hang upside-down by his balls between her bare breasts. His agonized screaming and flailing was amusing to her.She found a two-story building with a flat roof and sat. The structure groaned and sagged,. Mom would more frequently just tilt her head in a certain way. Her tiny smile would let me know she needed some tender company. Usually her face would have a little more color, a little flushed, perhaps excitement, perhaps something else. It made her even more beautiful in my eyes and a little more vulnerable.She wore panties as she did the first time or perhaps pantyhose, sometimes stockings and garter belt just for me. Always that little barrier to penetration. Many of those nights are still.