January 4, 1992, Chicago, Illinois“Finally, some time to talk,” I said on Saturday afternoon when we finished lunch.Bethany had gone home on Frida... morning, and I’d been out with Gina Swanson on Friday night. I hadn’t had time to talk to Bethany, but we’d have time because she wasn’t due to open the clinic until June 1st. She, the hospital, and the Foundation had a lot of work to do before then. Jason had left on Friday afternoon, much to Abbie’s dismay. She was clearly smitten, but the. She turned out the light and lay there. The stillness of this house should have put her right to sleep, she thought, after the intermittent cries and moans from the other bed in the room where she had spent the last week. But it didn’t. Indeed, she started thinking about how long it had been since the last time that she had been completely satisfied by a man. She was not a virgin, but she liked to think that she was picky, and maybe she was a little too much so lately. By any reasonable. Was that good for you?”“No.”“What was the point then, I don’t get it.”“Me neither, it sounded good when I looked it up. It’s supposed to empower me.”“Shall we have another look over a coffee?”“Okay.”We went into the kitchen; I made the coffee while Mary fired up the laptop. We looked at all the pictures on the BDSM website. They had so much strange stuff on there. It was clear that we were not doing it right. I wanted her day to be special, I really did. I asked her if we should give it another. She asked if he was comfortable and he said yes so she said good just stay like you are then. He did and she moved off the bed and climbed on top of him while grabbing his dick and started rubbing that huge cock head all over her slimy, slutty cunt lips. In no time at all she decided that she'd waited long enough for this and shoved his throbbing cock head into her cunt and it was such a turn on to hear her moan as she slowly lowered her cunt down onto that big hard fuck pole!!! It took her.