I always had the impression that pictures were meant to capture a moment and remind you, to trigger the memory. That picture is my only memory of that...moment in time, that experience. It is black licorice that triggers my most vivid memory. Not just any black licorice, definitely not the popular ropes that most associate with the candy. The ones I mean are the small tidbits that look like two fluffy pillows stuck together, black on the outside but rich brown when pulled apart. They are actually. Girls as well as men, nipples being pulled pinched twisted slapped, pussy poked prodded and so bloody wet. Suddenly an intense pain rips through my pussy and I cant help cry out, only to be rewarded by a sharp tug on the lead.''I did'nt say you could make a noise''But the fist in my cunt is so painful, so unexpected, and moving in and out fuck this hurts, and I have to stay quiet or suffer worse later. There are cheers all round as they all watch me be fist fucked, by a girl, shit, glad that. His green eyes turning an electric blue, “See me as I am Shay,” his voice taking on an animal, guttural sound, “I’m a vampire…one of the undead….a bloodsucker, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Shay backs away from him, hitting the back of her legs against the bed and falling onto it, to shocked to speak or make any kind of sound. He advances toward her…fear now taking over, Shay screams and scrambles away from him, “Don’t touch me!!” she screams, “Get away from me!!” She tries to. Mairia walked between Molly and Jackie, with their arms around each other, as they went up to the house. Terry heard them telling a girl that they would not leave her. The comment puzzled Terry but at the same time alarmed her, as it triggered her security sense in that something wasn't quite right.Sarah saw the look of concern appear on Terry's face then fade."Rusty, as much as I dislike doing it, we need to look at their thoughts. I think Terry has heard a comment that has alarmed her." I.