‘I hate crying, I hate being afraid, and I hate running away. And right now, I’m doing all three.’ She brushed at her cheek again, sniffling. �...Come here,’ he ordered her. He pulled her against his naked chest, savoring the way she felt, so soft and warm. ‘Tell you what, if you can promise to keep your hands off of me, you can share my bed the rest of the night. But I gotta have your word, no hinky stuff. I’m saving myself for my wedding night.’ He smiled as she snorted, laughing as he’d hoped. . Her hand went out to the CD by the bedside. It would be amusing to listen to Rosalie being thrashed again. Melissa turned the volume up loud and soon the room was filled with the sound of the whistling switch and Rosalie’s agonised shrieks of torment.Soon, almost u*********sly, Melissa found her fingers playing.She came to a shuddering climax just before the end of the CD. Then she lay there relaxed, revelling in the pleasure of her power. She had just ordered a man and, the previous evening,. She thought that she was going to be ripped apart. It was much larger than any butt plug that her mother had ever put into her. The object seemed to expand once past her anal entrance. She could feel it being tugged first one way and then the next. It was then quickly withdrawn, scr****g somewhat on its way out."Looks like you need an enema girl." Sasha said as she put the inspection device back down on the counter. Jennifer grimmaced as she heard the water running, the echoes inside of the bag. I may have blushed a little; I certainly must have looked flustered. But in truth I wasn’t terribly embarrassed. It was more the unexpectedness of my mother being there, rather than the fact that she had caught me holding my cock, that prompted my reaction. Like most eighteen year old boys I masturbated every day, usually more than once, and of course my mother knew that I did. But Mom just smiled, and said, “Don’t mind me.” And she sat down at the other end of the couch. There was an awkward.