We were strangers and lost in their streets. They must have selected us as soon as they saw us and made their move.”A sudden sense of shame caused m...y head to try to turn away as I blubbered, “I know what you mean to do and it only makes me adore you all the more, but it doesn’t change the fact that I felt powerless, so helpless and powerless.”“You were, baby. you were made completely powerless. We both were.”“It all happened so fast, I mean, everything was great, we were in the thick of that. , I remember the closeness and the warm intimate feeling between the two of us as my youngest Aunt—Aunt Jeannie and I slowly meandered along the gravel road late that memorable summer evening so long ago.After a short walk, we came to Porter's Lane, which angled off toward a beautiful wooded area. Strolling a short distance down the Lane we came to the old makeshift bridge that spanned Peach Run creek.It was almost dark by then—twilight had descended. The quiet peaceful darkness finally. ’ Peter had the woman figured out, just another snooty, phony, ‘so called’ liberated woman who broke down at the first crisis, ‘OK, well see you around.’ She sniffed, ‘Thank you. What’s your name?’ ‘Peter, but don’t bother. You needed help.’ Laurie thought about it for a second. He’d helped her. He didn’t have to do it. She ought to do something, ‘Can I pay you or something?’ Peter grimaced. Just what he figured, they’re all the same, ‘No thanks just the same.’ Oh she realized he might have. She let those ants crawl all over her cunt as she squirmed from the tiny bites that they were given her. I just about came looking at that short video and wished that it was me on at anthill.I came up with what I thought was an ingenious way to really self torture my clit and deep in my cunt. To give me the ultimate pain. I gathered a 1-1/2vacuum tube and cut it about 8 inches long. I got tape in taped 2 small rubber ties with hooks on the end to both sides of the two close to the and that was.