Hell, it is going to be spectacular. I wonder how many days the story will make it on the front page before someone else does something even more spec...acular.I guess you could say that I'm being used. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living and no one will miss me.My foster parents? Yeah right. They'll be. Yeah I think so' came the reply from the bronzing girl. She was busy scanning the horizon as I was packing the remnants of her lunch into the basket.'Fuck!', she cried out and reached for her binoculars. 'There is a cargo ship, on the horizon due East'.'QUICK!', she shouted at me.'OUT OF THE WAY'. Tara dived down the hatch and was nearly at the bottom before I had even made it to the first platform. I reached the deck just as the Captain was running into the Navigation Room. I instinctively. She also said we had to get my ass ready so every day i would have to bend over on my hands an knees as mum would play with my bum , balls and cock she would play with me for hours some days not letting me cum. on this day mum said i was ready but i had to put something on for her , she took a little plastic thing out of a box an fixed it tightly over my cock an around my balls ."you will have this on until we go the shop in 3 days , it stops you cumming or playing with yourself "...."you. She almost cried in frustration as she saw the flashing red light that told her she'd missed the call.As she put herself back together and flushed the toilet, she flipped the phone open and hurriedly dialed Don's number as she dashed out of the facility.She was just headed back out the entrance to the rest room when she heard Don's voice on the phone asking where she was, and seconds later she looked out over the railing to the lower level and saw him.She squealed and dashed down the stairs, as.