My pain had some whatsubsided when this started. I wasn’t sure what he washitting but with every thrust it hurt more and more. Now I know it was...my cervix he was hitting ,but thenall I was worried about was if he was going to rip mein half. As I tried to coupe with what was happening Ifelt his knot starting to grow in me, but this didn’thurt it felt some what good. As my walls stretched evenmore I felt the tip finally go just in my cervix. Bynow I was exhausted and riddled with a. I am stillat least one inch shorter than my mother, and probably with less bodyhair. I rarely need to shave. My mother talks about going to see a doctorabout my "lack of development" -as she calls it. But I think she secretlylikes me this way.Since recently turning eighteen, I've been receiving more and moreattention from her. She has always been a bit domineering. But thingshave gotten worse. Being her only child, and with my dad long gone, shehas taken a special interest in me -given that I. Bill had never felt so helpless. He was nude, standing on his toes with hiswrists bound to a bar above his head. The women brought an article ofclothing over and put it around his crotch and locked it in place, Billrealized it was a chastity belt. They then put panties on him with long legsand frills all the way up the legs. After that they put laced boots on himand fastened them up. Then they put a tight slip over him that went all theway down to his ankles, the older woman said, "I'm sorry we. "My god, it really is you!" Nate laughed, clapping his hands excitedly. "Last time I saw you, you were still a little girl. You look fantastic." So did he. The last time I'd seen Nate, I'd just finished high school and he'd just finished college. He’d been cute at 23, but now he was downright gorgeous--with a classically dashing, Don Draper-type face and a killer smile. He let his eyes travel up and down my body like a hungry wolf. "You going to introduce us, honey?" the redhead asked,.