Then, as I was moaning my pleasure and encouragement for his fucking of me, he reached under me and pressed on my clit which sent me right over the to... into a screaming orgasm. My eyes shot open wide and couldn’t do anything but remain rigid, engorged by his magnificent cock. Rigid that is until my legs started quivering and then shaking. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. As I came down from that, I dropped my head and shoulders to the bunk and gasped for air. A few. Five rubber tubes will run from the base and up your back embedded inside the plaster. Three of the tubes, the ones from the water and the food, will go into your mouth. The other two will go into your nose so you can breathe." "Wow!" "Yeah, so I just have to keep your water jug filled, replace your food each day, and empty your poop pail every day. Any questions or requests?" "Well, you've thought this out pretty thoroughly, but can you put the food and water in a separate. "You were broke, as per usual, and he was trying to cheer you up. Do you remember that outing?" That is when I meet Marco, the Italian hunk." Sherrie reminisces."That's right, Brad asked you out. Made you a picnic lunch, picked you up in his new car, drove you to the lake. To thank him, you could promptly abandoned him, and left to run off with with Marco, the fake Italian." What do mean Fake Italian?" Sherrie exclaims."Sherrie, Mark Smith lives in Coffeeville, an half hour down the highway. He. ’ That … was true. Nodding to herself she walked over to the shop’s door and opened it. ————————————————– The sound of tinking bell rang through the store, alerting Sarah Anisidora that someone had come in. She’d been reading the paper, expecting it would be a quiet morning, as most were. Truth be told, her shop did most of its business online, and half the people who came to them physically did so because they didn’t want their orders delivered at home. That and your usual gaggle of high.