..Please!!", Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her mouth again and then began to rub my hard cock up and down her wet slit, trying... to find her pussy. Damn, she was tight!"Are you a virgin?", I asked. The girl nodded her head 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched cunt. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged deep inside Stacie's helpless and probably fertile young body. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to. Then he asked me to try and lift my hips slightly and in doing so, he eased my denims and my panties down and continued to push until they were at my knees.'Sorry' he apologized, 'I need to quickly check down there to ensure they are no blockages', his hand on my bared hip and my bum, exposed and in full view.'You OK', he asked me gently, 'Sure, I am fine', and he took a jar from the table, opened it and dipped his finger in, scooping out some creme, which felt cold as he guided his finger onto. Is that okay with you?" Certainly. Bring something formal if you have it, we may want to go out for a fancy meal since we can 'stay out late' this evening."She gave me a wry grin with that, "Okay. Thanks Bobby."She leaned up and gave me a quick peck on the lips and turning towards the front of the booth, "I'll see you after a while." Okay, I'll talk to you later. Have Mel give you her key for now so you can put your stuff in the room. It's 2206 at the Marriott. The closet on the right is the. Scars heal over when left alone. Sometimes vanish like old friends or the garbage left by the curb on Tuesday night. I caress my scars. Dream about him next to me. Feel him in the night tending them. Believe that he’s there. Then there’s light and the shower is still running. I leave it on even though the water bill is too high to pay. I like the sound of the water rushing over me. Let the water pour. Clean and hot and desensitizing, destroying prints and calluses, burning away bacteria,.