Her look of embarrassment was bad enough, but the utter humiliation was just too much.He clenched his fists a couple of times, and he beat back his ow... beast.And only when he was sure that he was in complete control, did he step closer to her.Iris had been standing with her arms wrapped around herself as she wallowed in her shame and misery.To lose control like that! How could she?James stood close, and waited for her to look up and meet his gaze."This is my shame, Iris," he told her gently. "I. I was ready for the strip mall, it would be darker and spookier. It would be more menacing, and it would allow my mind to think of all of the nasty things that could happen to me. I pulled my skirt up to my waist as I drove away and began to stroke my cock slowly to keep it hard.I passed a porno bookstore on the way to the strip mall, and I flirted with the idea of going inside. I had written about being forced to do that by a guy who had found out about me. I had written many stories. Again the probe narrowed and again it began to flare wider. He counted four narrow sections before the full length of the phallus was lodged in his rectum. It took almost five minutes before it was buried to the hilt. Cruelly, the last section remained flared, stretching his anus painfully wide. His cock pushed against the mesh cage.The hostess turned another switch, and the device began a long slow cycle, pulling out then pushing inexorably back into him. He groaned aloud. The hostess came. She glanced quickly at Bob's crotch and then away. If her father had noticed, he didn't say anything. The brief glance, however, was enough to begin arousing Guin's curiosity about him. She took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind of thoughts about her father. Unfortunately, as is often the case, the more one tries to stop thinking about something, the more likely one is to think about it. She said good morning to her father, and the two ate their breakfast. Fortunately, her father.