..what you started, I should say!" She went on... "But once he was in me, I couldn't really move. He had me pinned against the sofa so I couldn't move... with him either. There was no give. My uterus had to absorb the full impact of those thrusts." "Did it not feel good at all?" I asked. "It did feel good in a way. It's just one of those things. Sometimes a you want to be fucked so hard it hurts. But you have to be in the mood for that. And, it's not normally with a monster like that. So yeah, it. This was her main reason for existing afterall.Atomic EspressoDylan groaned, rolled out of bed and stumbled naked to the kitchen. Onautomatic he went to the freezer, got the coffee grounds and filled upthe stove top espresso machine. As it cooked he rubbed his eyes and tried to think what he would dotoday. School kids, sports classes, fitness assessments, reportcards... manicure."Must have coffee. Can't think," he mumbled.He yawned and stumbled to the fridge, getting the milk, then the. She asked me why I wanted to try erotic photography - she thought erotic art was a young man’s game. I agreed with her, but said that when I was younger I was easily aroused, and my penis became very hard, so much so that it was impossible to handle sexually charged subjects; now, with my diminished vigor, I could enjoy my arousal. Beth smiled; she agreed that a young man’s erection can be too much to deal with. She said she missed them - they are great for a few minutes of fun, but beyond. I sat weird for a week after that. She told me to go get cleaned up and to get dressed. When I got to the bathroom there was a paper grocery bag with the word Sheila written on it in Sharpie marker. She told me to put my clothes in there because they were staying there. I put my clothes on and walked out the door. I was to call every Monday from then on out. Mistress Veronica did all the communication. She was quick on the phone only to set things up and done. I was in a routine from then on.