“I read you’re story” she says in that sexy accent of hers. The thought of her reading my work, perhaps even masturbating to it just before I ca...me to her door drive me wild and I let go of her neck, immediately unzip my flies and release the b**st. I can feel it straining against itself to be inside her. I grab her by her left thigh and lift her knee up against my hip. Then I bend my knees and wet my head between her legs. Finally I guide myself between her wet slippery lips and thrust my way . . I didn't realize that." But you had no problem accepting me, did you? What with your remote control over my body!"It was the watch. It always had been, even when Julia was wearing it. It all made sense now. The watch gave Michael control of my body. He could stimulate my nerve endings to make me horny. He could use it to prevent my orgasms. Some small computer inside would sense an imminent orgasm and would block it from happening, by numbing the nerves.But worst of all, he could use the. ‘I’m speechless! Mom, girls, look at this! Have you ever seen anything like it? It’s amazing!’ As she spoke Gwen lifted a framed oil painting and held it so the others could view it. It was a painting of Gwen from her first date as she danced in Steve’s arms. His back was three-quarters toward the viewer and Gwen was facing foreward. She was the obvious focus of the painting and it was incredibly beautiful. Her mother and sisters let out the appropriate gasps as they admired the work. Gwen had. I had been called in to work from the party so when I dropped her off at the house she had been feeling sick and took a shower. When she had gotten out of the shower she had to throw up and thats when butch raped her, she was bent over with her head in the toilet puking when out of no where butch came in and mounted her before she could do anything. At first it hurt and then it started to feel good and when his knot popped into her she said that she had the most incredable orgasm she had ever.