There were two women helping the totured man both were weeping the fouth man was fanticly trying to squeeze of of a window He stopped when the police...woman maced him thet hearded the injured men inside and closed the door the police woman swund her heavy trungeon the men all colapes stunned they tied the men up on a row ankle to ankle and the two end ones ankles to the wall. They told the women to sit down and watch as the systemaiccally set about the men shattering knee caps then cutting off. The only things that mattered were my cunt and his cock. We were nothing but a couple of animals gratifying our basest needs. We barely knew each other, yet we were sharing the most intensely private aspects of ourselves. We didn’t have to touch; we didn’t even need to be close. We each gave ourselves pleasure, but that pleasure was heightened by the presence of the other.I was getting close. I could feel that peculiar sensation starting somewhere deep inside my middle and expanding toward my. She stared at the girls, and then at me. I expected things to get rocky, but what Gloria decided to talk about wasn’t whether or not her girls were unrepentant about risking pregnancy. It was about something else entirely.“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she said, as we started eating. “What’s going on with your college admissions?”What Gloria was referring to is what I think of as the very stupid practice of encouraging high school juniors to take the PSAT and then use that score to apply to. "You look very nice, Becca," she said, "but," she went on sternly, "you've got to learn to behave and speak nicely too."That was too much for her and she pealed with laughter. She clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh golly," she thought. "Uncle Steven will hear me." The 'golly' set her off again.Steven had indeed heard. He smiled delightedly. "She's coming out of her chrysalis," he thought happily. "I wonder what it's all about. I do hope she'll tell me."He asked at dinner. She blushed and.