It pushed her apart, opening her to such an extent that she thought she might be bleeding from torn skin or muscles."Oh, please. Slowly, really slowly... she said, trailing off in agony as he again withdrew and started again. Remembering his words, she pushed against him, her anus flowering, accommodating, trying desperately to reduce the searing pain."That's it. It's going in. The head's almost all in!" Lauren didn't acknowledge him. She simply pulled back with all her strength on her legs,. Although I am able to walk on my residual limb – because I had what is called a Syme’s amputation, my stump is the heel of the foot I used to have – I knew better than to try that morning. Instead, I lowered myself to the floor and crawled on all fours to the bathroom. I maneuvered myself into the shower, turning the water on a little hotter than usual. Sometimes this will help to relax the muscles in the back and alleviate the pain.On that morning, however, it was not to be.I managed to get. You were always so attentive to my needs even though you were busywith work and Mommy wasn't here to help you run the household, and Iwas so happy when you found me a boyfriend that I could date and servewhenever I wasn't with you. My new boyfriend liked to roleplay asmuch as you and your friends, but he seemed to embrace the fact that Iwas a "sissy faggot" and not a real girl much more than you did. He'deven often tell me that my cousin wasn't actually dead, but that Iused to be him before. Iwould have loved to be fully accepted but those mannerisms were part ofme and I could no more eliminate them than how I walked and talked. Infact did the mannerisms include how I walked and talked?The lads were a "warrior" crowd with no real idea how to behave aroundwomen who were our equals. It was classic hunter/gatherer behaviour."Find them, fuck them and flee!" was our motto.I looked for a woman I thought I could easily dominate.Andrea, although no idiot, went to one of those.