'Before I could respond another message came through.'I want you to go into your kitchen, open a kitchen drawer and pull out a big wooden spoon with a...long handle. I want you to wash it, then push it into your wet pussy. I want you to fuck yourself with it slowly. Send proof.'I replied, 'what, now?' He quickly responded with 'No, on the bus. Do it for me, Chelsea.'I quickly grabbed the spoon and headed towards the bus, ignoring my mum's boyfriend as he tried to speak with me. I just couldn't. What if she lowered her standards?She stood outside the ‘geek workshop’ (as she’d always thought of it) considering her options. On one hand, she had a reputation to protect. But her desire to get knocked up wasn’t going away. Nicolette had never really understood true need until now. She needed to feel life growing inside her, or she felt as though she’d wither away.A small moan escaped her lips at the thought. She desperately needed to get pumped full of seed, she needed a man’s offering to. 'Uh, yeah? What do you have in mind?" Well, in keeping with the theme of satisfying you many admirers, I thought letting you work on your winter tan might be nice." How do you plan on doing that? Which admirers were you planning on satisfying? And, just how satisfied do you anticipate leaving them? I'm starting to be not-so-sure about this particular adventure!" Sandy? Do you trust me?" Yeah, otherwise I'd have to be some kind of idiot. Let's see: alone at a remote cabin, with some guy, playing. She felt her body jerked back one, two more times, each yankforcing the air from her lungs, and her skirt was around her kneesand she was desperately scrambling away from him, her skirtslipping from around her feet, dragging her shoes with it. She washalfway to her feet when a body surged up behind her and handsgripped her waist, pulling her back down to a kneeling position.Her pantihose were yanked down around her thighs, and she felt thehands around her waist again, flipping her over hard.