How could he have done such a thing? He didn't hate himself, but he was suddenly a long way from loving himself.Sig fell back to the bed and lay with...his feet still on the floor. Brynn leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and his head filled with crazy conflicts. He loved that he had just been fucked in the mouth and he loved the thick jizz that oozed down inside of him. He loved that he had been a good whore but that was also the part of what he hated, that strong guilt that. I soon felt him jab into me for the last time as he released his seed deep inside of me. He moaned slightly and finished his release before he pulled out, shook his cock off a little, shoved it back in his pants, and turned around to leave. I stood there a moment, unsure if I could move. I finally was able to pull myself together, stand up and pull my pants back on. I hadnt worn any panties today, so immediately I felt the mixture of our juices running down, between my thighs. I heard Ty come. "But let's have it in the garden, after all it's going to be our last night there"Together Jill and I watched as she walked back into the bar to buy the champagne, hips swinging provocatively beneath the tight black skirt and I thought back to when I'd met her outside the prison, a timid, downtrodden statistic with no mind of her own and no will at all of her own, I remembered how she'd cried when I gave her the money I'd saved to let her buy some new clothes and all the other little things. She shut hereyes as more new memories flooded her mind. She remember that the boydid not die in a fire. He died, she was sure of that much. But sheremembers that her brother died before the fire. She remembered their last day in that house. Their mother was veryupset at something her brother did. She started beating the boy with herbaton. He cried out for mercy but she was enraged and beat him until hewas bloody. His body stopped moving but she wouldn't stop striking him.The blows rained down.