The tension of the long drive would melt away under massaging jets. xxx I gagged slightly, and the slight taste of bile drifted into my mouth. My success was surprising and immediate. On the ensuing ride home, my mother made it clear to me that I was never to put anything in my vagina except my husband, and that any masturbation would result in my becoming “morally unclean”. Subsequent nightly reenactments convinced me that my actions were acceptable, and I began to take great pride in the pleasure I received as a symbol my self control. Nothing did. Religion or not, I couldn’t change my entire self image at will. She lived across town and had some high powered marketing job at a tech firm and couldn’t be bothered to check on a girl she
