She ran out of the building crying her eyes out. We had really made a mess. (Most of the senior proms were held in the gymnasium, it would be woefully inadequate considering the attendance number.) Amy was the class treasurer so she was busy purchasing decorations, refreshments, and securing a live band for the entertainment. “There will be dire consequences if you take that toy out of yourself in the shower”, Amy warned me. I did want her to enjoy what I was doing to her, just like she would do with me; however, allowing her to be comfortable isn’t an option. “Not a chance lover, take it like a man will ya; or might I say take it like the bitch you are”, Amy said. Frustrated as she was Amy stepped away to gather her thoughts. “It’s ok if we sit for a minute I am struggling with my toy also”, Amy said. I kept her under a lull of suspense while applying just enough pain to make her squirm. Jefferson were asleep upstairs; however, their room wasn’t over the guest bedroom Amy’s was.
