Unlike a Bond vodka martini, she was stirring but not shaken.Elsie, the smart cookie, thought she could have her cake and eat it too. But one Saturday... several months after she started her secret daring games, Elsie got a text message on her cell phone while she was window shopping though the largest shopping mall in her city. It was cryptic, short and confusing. It read:"Elsie Mitell, age 16, student at Sussex High School who lives with her mother, Inez and her 15 year old brother Edward in. John's physical problem was a mystery. Their re-energized sexual verve gave them romance and newness. They saw it as a reward for lives well-led. In their life together they had graduated from apprentice to journeyman to master in bedroom arts. Some couples they knew descend into twilight with fatigue and bitterness. How thankful they were that it was not to be their fate."You need to make an appointment with the doctor on Monday morning," she said."Maybe, if I give it a week it'll be okay." He. S – then come fast naa. We don’t have much time.R- ok, I will start now. See you soon.She explained me the route to her home and I got into an auto without any further delay.Just after 20 minutes, I was at her door. It was an apartment building and her home was on 1st floor. Instead of ringing the bell, I just gave her a call.S- helloR- hello madam. Open the door, please.S- oh my god. You are here !!!R- yes madam. Now open the door fast before someone sees me.S- ok, coming.My heart was beating. She was helpless against the assault, and had a mental image of Edgar – the thickness and length of two soda cans end to end - completely rearranging her insides.“Look at her go!” said a male voice from off to one side. Tegan didn’t recognise it, or at least she didn’t think she did. It was hard to focus on anything but burning sensation of her anus stretching open, the giant red dildo disappearing inch by agonising inch inside her, and she panted hard trying to calm herself. She remembered her.