It went in a surprising distance until it became thick enough to hurt me. But the stretching was gradual, not like all at once and I was determined. I...just kept pushing it in further and further. The pain got worse quickly. Finally I couldn't stand it any more and I was about to give up. Somehow I decided to try to push just a little further. I did and I felt something tear a little inside me and just then it didn't hurt as much."She stopped speaking, remembering, then said, "By now my fingers. We stood up and I knew a tent had formed in my pjs. We downed two more glasses of wine before she gave me a hug good night. The hug lasted longer than usual and she pecked me on the lips. Typically she didn't kiss me at all or just gave me a little peck on the cheek. Then she told me about a picture album that was in the night stand next to my bed. “You should look at it; it had no pictures of me when I was younger.” I told her okay, I would if I could keep my eyes open.I pulled the album out. I used a one-inch leather strap and stood behind her. The end of the strap was tapered to a point and I aimed to have it snap right at her clit as often as I could. David and the other nodded, leaning forward with each jerk of her body. She'd curl slightly from the pain of the belt but force herself backward so the cords didn't rip off her nipples. She twitched back and forth like that the whole time, her cunt turning bright red, her thighs straining to keep her body still.For the next round,. The words faded from my focus, instead I could only see his face. I imagined him in front of me, his lips against mine, his hands on my skin gripping me tightly, holding me to him. I smiled as I thought of what was to come. I shook the thoughts from my head and tried to concentrate on the story, once again the words faded from focus, I tried over and over again. In two hours I didn't manage to read more than one paragraph and I hadn't taken any of it in, all I had thought of was how good it.