"Don't tighten up on me. Push out, like you're trying to go poop." That's the wrong hole. You're too big. It won't fit in there. It's the wrong place.... Stop."He had heard it all before, several times, from different girls,.He always managed to get it in, so he figured, it must fit ok."Push out, I said. I'm gonna fuck you in your ass so you don't get pregnant."Afraid to disobey him, she did what he said, and his cock slipped inside her. On the second thrust, he was all the way in, and the look on. Several times a month I would take one or two days off, during the week, and run all around New England in my Navigator, looking for bargains that I could buy up and then turn quickly for a profit. My primary motivation for doing this was recreational in nature. Since my early teens, buying and selling things had been not only my vocation, but also a favorite hobby of mine. It was a kind of competition I had going with myself.The goal on these two day forays was to leave with three hundred. Blue top,shorts and socks for football, white t shirt shorts and gym socks for tennis and Blue top and white socks for hockey. One Saturday, Martin turned up at my house and we went up to my room. He had some presents for me. I sat down as he took out a pair of school girls white patterned knee socks, a pair of sheer white hold up stockings and a pair of satin panties. Martin told me the panties were extra special because they had a hole in the back. I looked at him and i understood. We were. I can restore you in a moment.No, the Prime thought back, shaking his head. If I'm going to learn to do this, I might as well do it on my own. If I can overcome the pain, I'll be on my way back.Frustrated that the Prime would not allow her to heal him, some part of her realizing that it was his male ego refusing her help, she used his memories to assist her response. Imagine a sprained ankle. Your mind will need time to heal and recover, much as would that sprain. If you will not allow me to.