Then her heels. Amy had introduced her to high heels, got her used to wearing them, now she wore a monster pair, with ankle straps, which had little p...adlocks on them, which he snapped into place. “Bend over sweetie,” he said.She bent as he wanted, without any hesitation, and felt him part her cheeks, then felt something wet and cold being pushed against her sphincter, then it was inside her, and she was told to stand up again.“What was that?” She asked.“Just a little butt plug.”“Oh” she said. The memory of her breastsstill sends blood flowing into my cock.My second monumental memory will take less time to tell but had anequally important impact on my life. Some will see this moment as themoment that should be the center of therapy. Others will say I shouldglorify any abuse I experienced, any moment that I was taken advantageof as a child, but I completely disagree.When I got to be seventeen, I had yet to have any sexual moment otherthan seeing Brenda that night, but what did happen. Adjacent to the bank and the nearby funeral home, that lot could be used by persons coming to late afternoon or evening calling hours, in fact Kent remembered one time his parents had taken him to calling hours ... their car was one of many parking there that evening...On the main interior door of that very impressive bank building, facing the massive bronze-front doors, was a sign, "This branch will permanently close New Year's Eve. You are welcome to use our new branch bank effective January. This is awkward..."He stated with a nervous chuckle."Fresh meat."She finally spoke, as she pointed to his crotch."You- ...You want to eat me?"His gulped.She nodded her head, still smirking."Just my luck... 5 years without seeing another person, let alone a girl, and when I do, she's a damn cannibal!"He declared to himself.She just chuckled in response.She knelt down between his feet, and pried his knees open.He watched in fear as she began to draw her face near to his crotch, her lips held.