I started to panic and started to sit up.“Relax, you need to rest.” The man said and grabbed my arms.“No, Beatrice, now.” I said and looked ...t him, I could feel myself getting stronger with the anger and fear.He shook his head slowly and helped me off the bed. My bare feet hit the soft floor and then I tried to stand. My legs were wobbly and felt weak. I started to cry and sat back down. I looked up at the man as the tears ran down my cheeks.“Help me.” I said softly.His eyes looked. Carrie was surprisingly strong and did not seem to get tired. I had to put more of my body weight on her. She countered with more wiggle.I felt something wet on my cock. Carrie pushed herself backwards and with that my cock entered her pussy. It was the first time my cock was inside of a pussy. I could not help it, my body thrust forward and pushed my cock deeper into Carrie. I heard Carrie grunt and try to pull away. My cock is big and no matter what she did, part of my cock stayed inside of. It still didn’t make things any easier, though. Three little words and I couldn’t say them. I thought them often. I said them in my mind when I looked at him sleeping next to me, when he cooked in our little kitchen, when he laughed. I thought of the words every single day but they refused to roll from my tongue. I tried to show him every day how I felt. I tried to convey it in every touch, in every word (all but those three he needed to hear) and in every thing I did. ‘I… I…’ I couldn’t even. Reaching down, she lifted each leg out of them in turn and then picked up both her skirt and panties and tossed them onto the same chair as her blouse and bra.Meagan walked back her desk chair and sat down again. She took the butt plug in one hand and squeezed a liberal amount of Astroglide – her preferred lubricant – on the glass ornament. She lifted her hips up off the chair, and taking a deep breath, gently inserted the glass toy into her ass. She let out a muffled, "aaarrrggghhhh," as the.