Even the wide expanse of her legs didn’t help, her vagina just too tiny and tight, the pain of the awful stretch felt as if she was being ripped up ...the middle. “No more, too deep,” she cried, “it hurts,” her cries fell on deaf ears as the speculum continued to penetrate her vagina, her walls pushed wide to accept the rigid metal flanges that would soon spread open inside her. She feared that even more: the slow, painful stretch as it was screwed open.“Almost all the way in, Joanna, hold on a. Anyways let’s get down to business. It was a cloudy afternoon and I just got on a public bus, after staying back for a group project. As I expected it to be, the bus was crowded. It was around 3.30 pm I got on through the front door, mind you, it’s a local bus. I got pushed in towards the front and ended up standing near the single seat on left side. There was a couple of baskets near there so I had to stand pretty close to that seat, which had an old man sitting on it. As it was supposed to be. The guys in charge were a paranoid bunch and refused to give us environmental or space certified suits for fear of desertion or defection to the rebels. The most important innovation installed in ALL Republic vehicles was a "KILL SWITCH" to prevent poorly equipped rebel forces from getting even one of these old clunkers we were currently trapped in.I swear these tanks were close to twenty years old and predated the rebellion. Being the commander/gunner I had to think of what hit us and how to. "Come to bed baby. Everything will look better in the morning."My boss Dan, with his wife Elanore, stopped by my desk at quitting time. "We'd like to invite you to a party this evening," he said. "I've hired entertainment, and I promise fun, good music, and good food and drink. He left to answer a call. Elanore came around the desk, leaned over and showed me her cleavage. She whispered in my ear. My cock still remembered that sensation. "I still remember what we got up to in the backseat of.