Would you call Mike inside please?”I looked at the anguish on that poor man’s face and I felt so guilty! That his conscience might bother him had ...never occurred to either of us.Mike came in just then and I went to put the flowers in water. I heard Cale say, “Mike, I love you like a brother. I don’t want to get you in trouble. But I feel guilty as hell about what happened last week. I have to get this off my chest. I’ve spent all week feeling like a rapist or a peeping tom or something. If it. . Like a porn star that everyone thinks is just a dirty dirty girl, and everyone talks her down, but really they all want to have sex with her.” “Yes dear” comes Raymond’s reply.Cut to – a quiet little street of terraced council houses in a working class suburb of a northern town. Raymond’s car parked on the curb at the side of the street, Shelly being helped into her wheelchair and then trundled over to the front door of one of the houses.The door opens and we see a couple of familiar figures.. There was a butt plug in me for more than two hours so my asshole is stretched. Yet, he wants to make it harder. He starts pulling it out and back in super slow, making sure my butt surrounds each and every ball every single time it goes by. Oh, that feels so good. After a while he leaves it back in, grabs the flogger and *Smack*! I moan so loud, not so much of pain but of surprise. It feels so good with that butt plug inside me. "Hmmmm. Something is missing. Oh! I know!" he says and starts. While she was scrawny for her age, she was showing signs of development, with a small patch of pubic hair above her slit and modest B-cup breasts. Her skin was like the flesh of a ripe peach, porcelain white and as soft as flower petals. She tried to hide herself, not from Xavier, but from the world around them."You are so gorgeous," he said as he kissed her hand.The touch of his lips to her soft skin relaxed her and she allowed her muscles to untwist. Down on one knee, he traced his fingers.