She cleared her throat, looked around and began to recount a story of love and betrayal. Her parents’ faces were emotionless, not a grimace escaped... their placid features. An awkward silence followed Veronica’s heart-wrenching confession and all the while her father’s gaze had been penetrating deep into her soul. The grandfather clock ticked away in the corner, but to Veronica each second felt like an eternity, each tick a gunshot piercing her heart as she stood, terrified before the jury,. Her palm continued to press her bud, more gently now urging wave after wave of pleasure from the core of her sex. She returned to sleep with her hand buried deep in her cunt and dreamed again of Bernard laying naked and erect by her side. That morning after breakfast Elizabeth called Marie and accepted her invitation. Her Arrival at the Cottage Rain had been falling steadily and hard all day the Tuesday late in June when Elizabeth arrived at the cottage. She smelled the smoke of a fire Bernard. Meeting a former friend of my late husband, who later became my Ass Master rocked my world and introduced me to heights of passion I had never ever known. Usually, the passive one at the beginning of a liaison, this time I could not contain myself when we first coupled because I was so irresistibly drawn to this man that I had to plan my seduction carefully. I knew he was a classy man, so I had to be careful not to scare him away with too much bluster or fanfare. I invited him to my house,. " her younger sister replied."I love you Krista, you're the best! Text me when you're close" Okay bye now." Said Krista, hanging up.Taking back the cellphone the man exclaims; "You really are a depraved piece of meat."-'I really am please use me up in unspeakable ways." She begged, convincingly.The man grabbed a large ribbed butt plug from a bag nearby. It's size easily too large for such a small girl. "-Be careful what you ask for." He spoke, while dipping the plug into a bucket of orange.