. You want to know why I'm so upset? Look at you. You're wearing shorts and a t-shirt and you look magnificent. Sometimes I hate you. I did hate you w...hen I first met you." Yeah, I know," Dana said. "I could feel it, but you got over it. How come?" How come I got over it? Because you're such a good friend, because you're easy to get along with, you don't judge me or anyone else. How can anyone not love you?" Plenty of people don't, you know. They look at me and decide I'm some stuck-up or. "We'll do it the hard way then." She slapped my exposed pussy several times with sharp quick strikes that sent pain through my helpless muff. Each blow caused my pussy and anus to clinch then release. She timed her pressure with the release correctly and drove the rest of the plug into me in one smooth action. I felt my anus close around it and clamp down on the detent. So much for gentle. It was painful but also gave me a feeling of fullness I have never experienced or even thought about. Once. "You look upset. Is everything alright?"And now it occurred to her that maybe he was just being nice. "Well, I guess I'm just not having a good day." She replied, still a little astonished that she continued to talk with him. He did look like an interesting person, though."Is there anything I can do? Would you like to talk about it, perhaps?"And now that he mentioned it, it would feel good to talk to someone about her frustration. It seemed that any opportunity with Steve was slipping through. The next morning, as we got up, I asked how you felt and did you have a change of heart.“Nope, right now I’m feeling pretty good about it. I want to continue this journey.”I smiled at that and gave you a kiss. “Thanks, babe, but as I said, you can change your mind at any time.”“I know, and that makes me feel good about it, or at least I know I have a modicum of charge over this event.”The rest of the day was spent driving and walking around Vegas like regular tourists. We even stopped off to.