Gawd I’m lower than a piece of slut, whore meat.”He laughed deep and dark. He said that he was sure I was saying that in my head but that he heard...it all. He placed the point of the knife into my belly button That’s a weird place for me, extreme pain, discomfort and ticklish all at the same time. He pressed it in slightly. I begged him not to and he laughed. “Ann, your not fighting at all, and look down at your cunt, a big glob of your pussy juices just shot out. AND I’m not even touching your. "Suck my dick," he said."I want to get fucked," I said. I wasn't complaining,though.I knelt down, sitting on my folded legs, in what Irealized was the classic Japanese pose. Feeling the coldhard linoleum against my knees, I pulled up my grotesquelylarge socks a bit, enough to provide some padding. I putmy hand up to Sean's zipper, feeling the large bulge in hispants. It seemed so huge against my tiny, delicate hands.I fumbled with the zipper a bit before managing to pull itdown, seeing his. Bax's tongue was a little more than sore when they started. He wassorer than he normally was by the time Coach was done, but the memoryof the older man's hands digging into Bax's hair and forcing his faceinto his nest of pubic hair just left Bax with a throbbing erection ofhis own that he couldn't do anything about. Coach told him before helet him leave that if it unloaded of its own accord it would be okay,but he wasn't allowed to touch it himself and as Bax gulped down thelast of what the. And more, but at least that. They had hired her, inexperienced, from a job fair, and let her thrive. She was good for them, yes, but they were good for her, too.Her new family and her old employer thought that was a noble gesture, so they all went along with it. Mrs. Bailey found a replacement three months later.Downtown, one afternoon, Marie and Jennifer were leaving Macy’s, each carrying two bags of goodies. They had just raided the Shoe, Lingerie, and Hosiery Departments, setting up an.