As Claire glanced at the clock, she knew Evan would be home from school soon. Even after torturing her body with the massive toy, she could still feel that burning need between her thighs. Something was going to give she knew, and soon.

After dinner that evening Claire sat watching television with her husband as Evan studied in his room.

"Has Evan said anything to you about prom" Claire finally broached the subject.

"No he hasn't, why" Gary barely took his eyes off the television.

"He won't go, he doesn't have a date" Claire said softly.

"Bullshit" her husband spit out. "Every kid needs to go to prom. Hell I...