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A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

She breathed slowly, forcing herself not to pull away from him as he grabbed her again. She followed him back into the changing room, depositing the clothing that she was holding on the empty bench. She picked up the clothing that she had put in the corner, sorting through the things that were too big, too small, and that she just didn't know how to put on.

Most of the things that didn't fit just seemed to be bras or thongs. But the things that gave her trouble appeared to be strings and ribbons that were attached to little pads that would cover her nipples and her pussy, some had rings or other lacy delicate things to decorate her skin, and there was a corset with open cups. When she had tried to put the corset on, it didn't open completely and the hooks had actually gotten caught in her hair before she had managed to toss it aside with the things didn't fit her.
 
Once inside the change room, Jack set down their other bags and told Freya to strip. She had to be in the nude to try on the new pieces of clothing after all. First, he picked up a body harness, one with stockings and some handcuffs attached.

After the teen had obeyed him, he knelt down before her. Taking the stockings, he took her smooth silky leg in one of his tough yet gentle hands, and lifted it to slide into the silk material. As he pulled it up her leg, the older man made sure to graze her skin ever so lightly with his fingers, then moved on to do the same with the next. When he pulled this sock up though, he stood up with it.

Jack's face was so very close to her body as he rose up. Close enough that Freya would be able to feel his breath on her body as his fingers dragged up her leg, her hips, and her side while also taking the next part of the harness with him. With him fully standing now, the girl's master towered over her, his hand at her hips, and his face leaning in close to her own. And without moving any further or closer, Jack began to clip the loops into place, wrapping his arms around her to put some in the right spots.

Never once did he grope her however. His delicate touch strayed close to, but never quite reached her more erogenous zones. Always just an inch away, but never closer. He wanted to tease her, to taunt her. Then, after sliding her hands into the cuffs, Jack tightened them with a quick tug at the strings, trapping her hands to her sides before slowly stepping back to admire the handiwork.
 
Frowning, Freya stripped out of her clothes, setting them aside to be out of the way and not be mixed up with the other things he had bought. She watched him as he kneeled in front of her, shuddering as he took her leg and started to slide the material up. She clenched her fists, trying to maintain her balance as he manipulated her body so she wouldn't be forced to lean on him. She didn't want to touch him more than necessary. Gooseflesh rose on her skin, following after everywhere that he touched her. She could feel her cheeks heating, turning to look away from him as he rose up to stand before her once again, towering over her and making her feel small.

Her eyes flicked to him, taking an involuntary step back when she found him so close to her, his face so close to her own. Her blush increased as panting breaths left her, waiting for when he would push her again as he touched her. She wanted to protest when he slipped her hands into the cuffs attached to the sorry excuse for an outfit but she knew she couldn't. She gasped, jumping slightly at the sudden tug, jerking her body and leaving her bound.

Her wide eyes couldn't leave his as she continued to try to catch her breath, her skin shuddering from every little teasing touch. Her nipples hard and tight (from the cold of the store, not because of him!) As her heart continued to race. She forced herself to stay still even though the situation, and his eyes on her, admiring her, made her want to squirm and hide away from him.
 
"I don't know how often you've been told this, but you are a gorgeous young woman." Jack said, turning to walk about her and look the girl up and down from another angle. "When you get back to school you'll probably have to fend off the boys with a stick."

Now standing behind her, the older man reached out to her body. With just his nails now, he traced a finger against her skin. It grazed her back before traveling to her side, then shoulder, and ending up just grazing the edge of her breasts coming down the front. Again he teased her more sensitive and intimate parts, but never actually touched them.

"As much as it love to test these out, we have other clothes to try and then we have to get you home before your work starts." He added sadly, his eyes taking in the sight one last time as his fingers drifted down her front to graze the outer edges of her breasts and down ever so taintilizingly close to her pussy when they got to her pelvis.

Instead of groping her however, the hand moved to her wrist and slowly undid the binding. After the first it traced over her rear to reach the other side again and undid that strap too. With her arms now free, Jack started to undo the rest of the getup, his fingers always teasing with their touch the entire way, enjoying the reactions from her body as he did such as her shivers and now very pointed nipples.

"Shall we go over the next one, my dear?" Jack asked with a low wanting voice as he gently ran his rough fingers through Freya's silky hair, pushing a stray strand from her eyes.
 
Freya's senses were hyperaware of Jack as he continued to circle her, like a shark in the water. The hairs at the back of her neck stood on end, her scalp tingling, as he stood behind her. She forced herself not to look back at him, trying and failing not to fidget beneath his gaze. Glad that he broke her gaze from him when he moved behind her. She blushed, frowning at his compliment, and jumped again when he touched her back, her shoulders rolling on instinct to try and get away while she was forced to stay still for him. She clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip when a small whimper escaped her as his touch moved further down her body, almost to her clenching core. She almost sighed in relief when he didn't actually touch her slit again, instead moving back up to where her wrists were bound.

She was panting, trying to calm her breathing, as he slowly freed her wrists. Before she could even stop the motion, her arms crossed, covering her breasts once more. Her face red when she realized that her pussy was soaking wet from more than just his seed that was still slowly leaking from her. She wanted to clench her thighs, to hide away, but couldn't. All she could do was hope that he didn't see the wetness as he moved to take off the stockings. Or that he would just assume that it was from his cum inside her.

She tried hard not to shy away, not looking at Jack, as he ran his fingers through her hair. She felt so overwhelmed, tears staining her lashes no matter how much she didn't want them to fall. How much she wanted to hide away from everyone, from him. She felt so confused, her mind so badly muddled from everything that he was making her feel today. She wasn't sure how much more she could take of this. If he continued acting like this with her, she knew by the way her heart was already racing, it was only going to get harder for her to continue to hate him for everything that he did to her, everything he was putting her through. And she was scared to find it was just getting harder to hate herself for every reaction he dragged out of her.

Taking a shaky, panting breath, she gave a jerky nod, "Yes, sir."
 
"Excellent." Her master praised Freya as he began to pet her head, fingers combing and stroking through her hair as he did. "Good girl. You are doing so good."

Jack indeed noticed the damness growing between her legs, though he did not let it be known he did. No, he wanted Freya to stew in her own feelings as he went on. To fight herself, rather than him. If she, her own body was the enemy, then that could possibly work in his favor and deflect some hostility directed at him.

And so, the dominant man continued doing his act for all of the gear that the teen had found confusing. The lacey open cupped bra with its corresponding pieces, the garter stockings, and finally the ring linked body suit. As he did with the harness, Jack's fingers tickled across her smooth silky skin. Again, they strayed ever so close to her most sensitive parts but never gave her body that satisfaction. The closest he came was with the body suit. While tightening the straps around her soaked pussy lips, he allowed the strap to ride up in between them, and then tightened said straps.
 
Freya was overwrought, strung out, and couldn't stop herself from leaning into his petting of her hair as he continued to caress her, praise her. His teasing touches, his constant soft caresses as he made her strip and dress over and over again, were overwhelming her senses. Fogging her mind and leaving her visibly trembling in his grasp. She was panting, unable to get enough oxygen, as he maneuvered her into the body suit. She couldn't stop a pathetic little mewl from escaping her when he tightened the straps that slipped between her pussy lips, falling into his chest and using his body to hold herself up.

She closed her eyes as her forehead rested against his chest. He towered over her, never letting her forget just how much bigger he is than her, in every sense of the word. "Please," she begged breathlessly, "Please, sir, I-I can't take any more." she wasn't even sure what she was begging for. She just knew that her body felt like a live wire, ready to go off at any moment. Too much sensation, too many feelings all swirling around within her, because of him, and she didn't know how to expel it. How to deal with the coiled knots that he tightened in her belly, burning through her to her very soul.

Her skin itched as she fidgeted, unable to hold back, unable to force herself to stay still any longer under his gaze, under his hold. She didn't want to beg him for anything again, she didn't want to be weak in front of him again. But, already and despite her best efforts, he knew how to play her body against her, how to get the exact reactions that he wanted out of her. No matter if she was willing or not.
 
The entire time he teased, undressed, and redressed Freya, Jack was grinning. Her little reactions were everything he could have hoped for. From her quivering, to the panting as if she was a needy bitch, to the little meal of want and need that escaped her lips when he tightened her outfit. Of course he had expected some sort of reaction, though this exceeded expectations.

What Jack was not expecting however, was for her to fall into him. Strong arms caught her quivering body to keep her from collapsing. She seemed to be much more turned on than he expected her to be. Looks like he had indeed chose the perfect girl for his needs, Jack thought.

"Please, sir." Jack corrected her sternly, looking down at the teen with a chilly gaze as he held her close. His eyes glanced down to catch a look of her bare breasts pressed pleasantly against his clothes chest and smirked at the situation. "And what exactly do you want me to do? Do you wish me to make you cum? Do you want me to fuck you silly again? Tell me, now."

As he spoke, his right hand drifted down to her ass. When he asked if she wanted him to fuck her, the older man roughly grabbed and squeezed Freya's cheek. Her plump ass felt very pleasant to the touch, and if Jack was right, it would keep Freya in her teased and sensitive state.
 
She shuddered as he demanded to know what she wanted, gasping as he groped and squeezed her plump ass cheeks. She squirmed against him, her body taut like string ready to snap. He asked what she wanted him to do but that was the problem, she didn't want him to do anything. He was the cause, not the solution, not until he forced himself into her life, into her, and made himself into the solution.

She bit her lip to hold in her moan as her body rocked against his, as if she had no control over her own movements. She could feel his hardon straining against his zipper, rubbing against her bare belly as he held her close to him. She swallowed, unable to look him in the eyes as she quietly asked, "Please make me cum, sir."

She could feel little pieces inside of her dying each time he forced her to submit, to bend to his will and do things, say things, she wouldn't otherwise do. Like begging him for release, not once but twice in one day. In a public space no less. She clenched her eyes shut as her forehead hit his chest again, embarrassment burning throughout her body.
 
A small smirk of triumph crept across Jack's face at the sound of those words. He had won this battle. Freya was succumbing to his attentions, and soon enough she'd be needing him, craving him. Unclipping the harness, he removed it from her body, caressing her skin as he slipped it off. Then, Jack turned to fish out a silicone device from the adult shop bag.

"Open your legs, and spread your pussy open for me." Her master instructed, unable to mask the glee in his voice from his excitement. This was going to be very interesting.
 
Freya shivered as Jack removed the body harness, his fingers caressing her skin still. She bit her lip, unable to swallow a small whimper, as he pulled out another toy. Her face was on fire, her blushing spreading down her neck. Her eyes wide as she finally looked up at him when he made his demands of her, her hesitation clear on her face before she turned her head away again.

With no other option, Freya slowly spread her legs, her trembling hands reaching down to part her folds. Spreading herself open for him.
 
Once his command had been followed, Jack knelt down before her, looking at her spread pussy with excitement. Holding her by the hip with one hand, the other reached forwards and slowly inserted the toy into her silky folds. It wasn't hard at all to fit it inside. Freya had her body's natural lubrication making her passage dripping with arousal, making the small object slip in with ease.

With the toy now inserted and in place, Jack leaned forward and placed a kiss at the top of her slit, his beard tickling her skin. Slowly standing up, the older man kissed his way up the teens body. Up her belly, to her cleavage, and finally placing a kiss atop her head before stepping back and pulling out his phone.

"Try not to scream." Jack warned her as he launched an app on his phone, which he had already paired with the device currently inserted into her body.

Still watching his pet, the man set the vibrator to its lowest setting, causing the piece of silicone in her youthful cunt to hum softly. He'd been looking forward to this all day. This idea had been in his head for a while, but Jack had never had someone to actually do it with until now. And with a wicked grin, he put it up to half strength, the buzzing of the toy now audible from her body.
 
She moaned softly as he inserted the palm sized balls one at a time. Her skin tingled, gooseflesh raising worse than before after each kiss he placed until her body was covered in the little pumps. She couldn't stop her little mewls of pleasure as his beard tickled her skin with each kiss. She carefully avoided his face as he stood up in front of her, wary of trying to avoid any attempts to kiss her mouth while not appearing to avoid it. She didn't want to piss him off again, not with how her body felt, not when he has what could easily be a torture device nestled in her slick channel.

Her head shot up at his words, her eyes actually fearful, before the toy started to vibrate deep within her. She groaned, curling in on herself, as she moved to cover her mouth. She knew that she wouldn't be able to keep quiet with this assault of sensation. When he upped the vibrations, the strength of the toy, she pressed against her mouth harder, muffling her screams of agonizing pleasure as she came suddenly. Her legs gave out, causing her to fall to her knees as her juices gushed from her. Staining her thighs. Her pussy clamping down on the balls inside of her, holding tight as the muscles spasmed and actually made the vibrations worse.

She sat panting and moaning, the vibrations inside her stimulating her into an over sensitivity. The intense sensations preventing her from coming down from her orgasm. The next one already building inside her clenching belly.
 
After Freua came, Jack toned down the vibrations to a soft vibration once more, giving her a moment to recover and prepare. That was short lived however, as he made the vibrator inserted into her pussy gradually increase in intensity. This time though, now knowing her tells for an impending orgasm, her master let the muted buzzing die down to a more tolerable tone. Then, he again raised it to a higher level before letting her fall after just about reaching her peak.

Freya would have to endure this several more times. The older man was intent on teasing her, even getting to the point where the vibrations were still somewhat intense but just too little to send her over that edge she had begged him for. At this point he was chuckling softly at her writhing and attempts to muffle her moaning cries. She chose this. Freya was really beginning to give herself over to him.

Then, one last time as the teen was about to reach her peak, he shut it off. No vibrations at all. Just stillness. Jack put his phone back into his pocket and picked up the clothes that he was to purchase for her.

"This dildo is designed to fit inside your underwear. Keep it in you when you get dressed." He instructed as he peeked out the door and checked the hall. "I'll be at the checkout. Meet me there when you are done."

And with that, he stepped out of the changing room, closing the door behind him and leaving the naked girl alone.
 
Freya was a mess when the vibrations from the toy finally stopped, panting and moaning weakly as she laid huddled on the floor. She was strung out, muscles spasming, from all edging that Jack forced her through. Her thighs were soaked with her juices, the copious wetness no doubt puddled beneath her, judging by how dehydrated she felt. She could feel tears streaming down her face and her hand ached from where she bit into it to muffle herself. She was certain she even begged him to stop at one point, before his quiet chuckles reached her ears when he was forcing her away from the edge and she knew it was a lost cause.

She couldn't muster up a response when he gave the order to keep the toy within her, simply nodding. Afraid of the punishment if she disobeyed. When she finally realized that she was alone yet again, a quiet sob broke free from her. It took her several minutes to calm down from the onslaught of emotions and phantom sensations before she could shakily get to her feet and locate her street clothes once more. She was thankful that Jack didn't take her underwear this time, though she felt disgusting for needing to put the soiled fabric back onto her body.

Weak moans and pathetic whimpers escaped her as each movement shifted the toy within her, edging her still. Though thankfully with nowhere near the same intensity as when Jack had the toy turned on. It took her even longer than before, after he fucked her in the other changing room, for her to get dressed. She had no way to clean herself up this time, so she simply wiped her hands over her face several times and ran her fingers through her hair to look somewhat presentable. Even though she couldn't clean up, she didn't want the poor worker who had to clean up mess to suspect her when they found her fluids on the floor.

Freya's movements were slow, her cunt clenching and twitching with every step, as she left the room at last and went to find Jack at the checkout counter.
 
By the time Freya came out to join Jack, he'd gotten a few replacements for the too small thongs and was just paying for them. Once everything got bagged up he collected those bags too and handed a couple to her to carry. Then, with the shopping finished, he led the girl outside of the store and back to his truck. They received a lot of looks along the way of course. After all, they were carrying several bags from a trendy woman's clothing store, a lingerie shop, and a suspicious unmarked bag.

The older man wasn't too concerned with that though. He was busy rolling some plans around in his head. Ideas for the things he'd have his new pet do with the things they had just bought. In fact, he had a pretty good idea of how he was going to use that vibrator in her pussy now.

"Home first, and then to work?" Jack asked as he opened the door to let her in before tossing her stuff in the back seat and hopping in himself.
 
Freya kept her head down as she took the bags that Jack handed her, using her long hair to avoid the eyes she could feel following her as much as was possible. Her skin crawled as she felt hyper-aware of every eye that followed them, judging them. Judging her, for the illusion of the choice of she made. To be 'dating' someone so much older than herself. But she knew the judgments would be worse if they knew what was really going on, that she didn't have a choice in who she was with, that she let him do the things that he did to her, even though she didn't want it. She couldn't want it. She winced and shivered, the toy inside her rolling and shifting with every step she took, stimulating her as Jack forced her to walk much faster than she would have prefer, especially with how tired she was now after all that he forced her body through.

She grimaced, her panties sticky with the mix of fluids and her body sore, as she climbed into the truck, tossing the bags she had in the backseat a little carelessly, at the reminder that she should still go to work after all this. She was so fucking tired. She checked her phone, noting that she had received a text from her bossing wishing her good health and not to worry if she didn't make it. She sighed, closing her eyes as she mentally debated with herself, trying to stay perfectly still so that she could pretend she didn't have vibrating silicone balls shoved inside her pussy.

She could blow off the remainder of her shift, her boss basically giving her the green light and she could make it up by covering someone else next time someone called out. She would be working tomorrow as well (hopefully, if the bastard next to her didn't intrude on her life again), so it wouldn't be so bad to blow it off and recover from today.

But she also knew that if she just went home, she would wallow and cry and express all the emotions that she had been forced to bottle up while with Jack. That she would spiral and hate herself and be forced to think about all the reactions that her body provided him, about all the things that she let him do to her against her will.

She grimaced again. "Just home." She didn't want to sit and stew, but she didn't want him to know where she worked, it was bad enough he knew where she lived. She would go to the coffee shop after he left, work the late shift. Anything to push down her emotions and let herself numb over. "Sir" she hastily added when she realized that she forgot it again, wanting to avoid whatever punishment his sick mind could conjure for the imagined slight.
 
"Alright then." Jack said as he shifted the truck into gear and pulled out from the parking lot.

He was a little disappointed at her choice, he wanted to admit. Jack had wanted to use the new toy on her while she was at work, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen anymore. The ride to her home was rather uneventful, and soon he had pulled up to her house. From the looks of it, no one else was home yet.

"Do you need help carrying your bags inside?" Jack asked her as the trucknwaa put into park. "There's quite a few bags."
 
Freya couldn't stop her little sigh of relief when she noted that no one else was home yet. She didn't know how she would even begin to explain the bags, all the things that Jack bought her, if her parents saw any of it. She shook her head at his offer of carrying her bags, "No, sir, I've got it."

She unbuckled her seatbelt and started unloading the bags from the back. She was glad that he hadn't tried to do anything on the way back to her house, like he had when they were heading to the mall, but she was already done with being around him. Not to mention the vibrations from the truck and every little bump in the road had shifted the balls within her, driving her higher and higher once more. She wanted nothing more than to go into her house and control her own orgasm for once, after finally washing herself of him.

She struggled to juggle the bags as she finally hopped out of the cab of the truck, pausing long enough to tell Jack goodbye so he wouldn't try to punish her again, before moving carefully across the street to her front door, whimpering softly to herself as every step continued to tease her. She had to set some of the bags down in order to fish her keys out of her purse, the plastic much bulkier than she realized with all the things that he bought her. All the things she hoped to bury and hide at the back of her closet so she would never have to see them or think of them again. Or at least until he contacted her again, she thought dourly, as she remembered his command that she was to wear these things when he summoned her. To dress up for him like his fucking doll.
 
Before she took the bag of toys, Jack made sure to get all of the bondage toys out of it, but left the others. She was going to need them after all. Freya then left before he could say anything, which made him huff in disappointment. Didn't even give him a goodbye. So, as she struggled with the door, Jack decided to give her a little punishment.

Taking out his phone, he launched the vibratory app and selected the toy currently being worn. Then, without easing her into it, turned the settings to maximum. Without bothering to change the setting yet, the older man switched over to his texting and wrote up a note for her, reminding the teen of the importance of being polite and doing things like saying goodbye to her master, and warning her to leave the vibrator in. It was only after he sent the text that he switched back and turned the vibratory down to a more manageable low setting.
 
Freya cried out as she collapsed against her front door, the toy suddenly coming to life once more and forcing her to violently cum again. The door the only thing preventing her from falling to her knees. She was panting and shaking as the balls inside her prolonged her orgasm, drawing it uncomfortably out. After what felt like hours, but was maybe only a few minutes, the vibrations finally died down and she sobbed.

She leaned against the door, unable to support herself as she tried to get herself under control once more. She dimmly heard her phone chime with a new text message but couldn't be bothered to check it yet, knowing it was him. With her pussy still spasming and her body exhausted, Freya was finally able to collect herself enough to gather her keys, which had fallen from her hand during her torture, and unlock the door.

She slowly gathered up the bags and practically crawled inside the house. She whimpered and shuddered at each movement, the toy moving and the vibrations stimulating her to edge her once more, making it all the harder to carry everything to her room. Once everything was in her room, she collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted. She checked her message and frowned at Jack's command, at his admonishment of her lack of manners.

She groaned, forcing herself to get up. She moved to window, peaking out as best as she could while trying not to get spotted by him. She would wait till he left and then she could take out the awful toy. He would never know if she obeyed or not.
 
Jack grinned to himself at the sight of the young girl collapsing against the door. It was too much fun to mess with her. After she went in though, the older man hung about to check and make sure that she wouldn't try and throw anything out. It seemed like something her stubborn side would try to do.

However, his eyes caught something else as he watched the home. He could see the top of Freya's head just barely peeking out from her window. Looking for him most likely. Offering a smile and a wave, her master listed up his phone for her to see before rising the power up to max again. Just like before, he shot her off a quick text before turning the device off completely this time.

You can take it out now. It read. I would suggest using the anal beads and plugs a bit before we see each other again. You're going to need the practice. Remember to properly lubricate everything first.
 
Freya bit her lip, gripping the wall next to her to keep from collapsing again when Jack turned up the vibration again. The smug fucking bastard waving at her from the street. She was panting and sweating once the device finally shut off, her juices dripping down her thighs and even darkening the fabric of her shorts.

Her phone chimed again, another text from Jack. Allowing her to remove the balls along with instructions to stretch out her ass. She whimpered softly, quickly taking off the mess of her shorts and panties to get to the string for the toy. Little gasps and moans escaped her as she slowly popped the silicone balls free from her cunt. Half naked and weak, Freya looked out her window for Jack once more. When she spotted that he was still across the street, she flipped him her middle finger before shutting the blinds, cutting her bedroom off from the outside world.

With weak, jelly legs, Freya slowly cleaned up her mess, taking off her T-shirt to wipe down her skin and her sensitive pussy. Not even bothering to unpack any of the things she brought home, she stuffed them all into the darkest corner of her closet and threw all of her soiled clothes into the bottom of her laundry basket, hiding the cum soaked fabric beneath everything else. Once she was satisfied that her things were hidden, she grabbed fresh clothes and went to finally take a shower.
 
Jack's grin faded once he saw the girl flip off her finger at him. His blood boiled, and he began to turn red. If he knew her parents' schedule for the day, he'd march up there and teach her a lesson right now. But he did not know when they'd be coming home, so I was better to be safe than sorry.

Her lesson would have to wait, he decided with a heavy sigh, pulling away from the sidewalk to drive home. It would be a lesson she'd not forget though, he'd make sure of that. He had a few buddies he could call for help after all that would gladly give him a hand.

Tomorrow night dress up in something nice. Wear the things we bought today. Whatever you wear that is not from the stores I'll take off of you and you can walk around without it. Jack texted his precious toy. We are going out for some fun.
 
After spending far longer in the shower than normal, trying to make sure every drop of Jack's cum was out of her, Freya was glad to see that her parents were not home. She looked outside and felt a strange pang of something (disappointment) that Jack was gone. She frowned, unwilling to unpack that emotion as she started to get ready for her shift tonight. She found Jack's message, her heart skipping with nervous when she read his warning about what to wear, a small whimper trying to escape already.

Annoyed with herself, with her reactions, Freya finished getting ready for work, letting her boss know that she would work the late shift tonight and opening tomorrow to make up for her missed time, thankful that her boss was so cool about letting her mix up her schedule when needed, though usually she only did this for classes. She would be free so that he had as little impact on her life as possible.

Freya left, leaving a message for her parents that she would being working late tonight and early tomorrow so they wouldn't worry. Thankfully her night ran smoothly, the cafe busy enough that it didn't allow her time to think, the drive there giving her enough energy to last after her mall trip. When she came home for the night, she was able to start a load of laundry washing the cum soaked clothes and , reluctantly, the clothes that Jack bought her so that she would have something to wear tomorrow that he couldn't take from her.

And if, in the dark of the night, when no one would know, if she touched herself and came on her fingers. Of thoughts of the things that were done to her, thoughts of Jack, crept into her mind as her fingers circled her clit and her juices soaked her skin, her sheets. Well, no one would see her red face as shame and pleasure tugged her finally to sleep
 
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