I intendedto ask Mom, make that beg her, to let me keep them. Even as I servedrefreshments to the girls I felt at home and, for the first time, partof...something. My three-inch heels and the constant vibrations forced meto sway and wiggle just like the slutiest girls in school! The swish ofmy chiffon skirt and petticoat and the boobs tugging on my chest was anever-ending reminder of my 'girlish' state. My only nagging thought waswhat Elizabeth would say when she saw me.I stood by Mom's side, my. The boy that raped her, he's in prison now for the fifteen years they gave him. I think that's what she's waiting for, him to get out so she can pay him back for what he did to her. She wouldn't even testify against him at the trial, but the jury convicted him anyway, because of what he'd admitted to on his own, when they first arrested him." Aren't you even a little bit afraid that she might decide to set fire to your place too?" Why would she? She and I get along better than anyone I know.. With pre cum leaking from my cock’s tip, I used it to lube my finger tip and push it inside me. My asshole ached, but thinking of him, I stroked my cock with one hand while I fucked myself with a finger from the other. Bringing myself to yet another orgasm, I loved the feeling of cum splashing against my stomach, chest and face. I just wished it was his jizz instead of mine, maybe even some other guy’s. I couldn’t help but imagine being with other guys also. Mostly older men, I would wonder. You’re begging through the tears, pleading with me just not to stop. I grab your throat with my other hand and pull you closer, and command you to cum all you want, you little whore, my thumb toying with your clit as my fingers curl up deep inside your cunt, hitting your g-spot. I spit the words into your ear; “Have you ever had somebody spread your legs and just breathe on your clit? Teasing you, a little jolt of pleasure going through you, as the tension builds before they finally put their.