The next thing I see them disappear into the living room and the sexy moans started up again. I eased into the house and thru the kitchen to the bound...ry to the living room. The moans and sighs were loudest now. They were just beyond the doorway on the couch. He was kissing her and caressing her through the negligée. I heard some shuffling around and seen his shirt fly past the door onto the recliner chair followed shortly after by his pants. He told her he couldn’t believe how amazing she was. His eyes never left her for a minute. Finally he took her hand, smiling into her face as he locked his fingers through hers and scooted so close their hips touched.Reluctant to rebuff him, Paula let Jose hold her hand. It was almost nice when he squeezed it affectionately and brought it to his lips. She wondered why her mother's eyes looked so wide and fearful at such an innocent action. Because Jose was such a big ugly Negro, she supposed. But Paula wasn't at all afraid to Jose. He did look. Besides, it's the d**gs. I've taken harder stuff.” Her mental fortitude is admirable, but it won't hold out. Seconds drag on for hours. There are no clocks, nothing she can use to tell how much time as passed. After a mere three minutes, she finally lets some go. The relief is instant. The powerful shock comes one second later. She screams out in pain, and stops peeing. The shocks stop as well. She begins to cry, and starts trying to speak through the ball gag.“Prease,” she muffles through.. He caved in and called work and told them he wasn’t feeling well and would not be in.When he entered her house, Barbara’s voice rang out “I’m upstairs in my bedroom. Come up”. He ran up the stairs, afraid of what he may find. Was she sick or, worse, hurt? When he opened the door and stepped in he looked at Barbara standing completely naked in front of her made bed. “Is this what you wanted?” She whispered. Her face was red, and she looked down at her own body. “I know it isn’t anything boys.