OK?”“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll do what you tell me to do.”“I know,” Sondra said. “Otherwise you’ll wake up like you woke up just now. L...t’s talk about the pain. Was it localized?”I considered the question for a moment.“I don’t really know,” I admitted. “It hurt so bad that it seemed to be everywhere.”“I’m sorry about that,” Sondra said. “I should have started you out on a heavy dose of pain relief and backed it down.”“No, it’s fine,” I said. “I prefer it this way.”“Then you’re not very bright,” Liz. Considering he'd approached me, I assumed he liked what he’d seen, but to make sure, I repeated my earlier move, displaying a large expanse of tanned thigh. James’s eyes sparkled in the late evening sun while he watched my sexy moves but, to my pleasant surprise, he didn't try hitting on me or feeding me corny chat up lines. Instead he continued to talk about his work, travel and something we both felt passionate about: music. Although we both had an extensive library attached to our Spotify. I began to feel very frightened andalone and I spit out my binky and began to cry. Chandelle giggled. AsChandelle continued to giggle I felt the uncontrollable urge to wetmyself and throw a tantrum. I tried to stop but I couldn't it was like Ihad no control over my body. Mommy gave me a bottle to get me to stopcrying. Even though I didn't want to I resisted her. Then mommy triedgiving me my binky and I continued to resist her. Very soon I was attracting a crowd. Chandelle looked at the crowd. .. it's so... big! I can feel it... stretching me! Oh God, it feels wonderful!" she panted.I continued to inch forward slowly, letting her feel every bump and ridge as I crept deeper into her warmth. She felt just as exquisite, her tight tunnel hugging and squeezing my cock. I felt her pussy muscles almost immediately rippling and squeezing me, trying to milk my cock of its precious load.But I was a long way from that. I finally touched the bottom of her well and still had a couple more inches.