I wasn’t being shy, just embarrassed that maybe she’d already told me and I’d forgotten. Anyway, her name ... wait for it ... was fucking Jane. ...ell not fucking Jane, just Jane actually. The plain Jane I was talking to was actually christened Jane. And Jane had a secret. She was unlucky.‘You have got to be fucking shitting me, karma!’ I thought to myself. Instead of saying something witty or supportive, I just couldn’t help myself. I began laughing at the universe. When I couldn’t stop. (As an interesting aside, it is worth mentioning that most owners of a first time slave will have laser treatments done on her to remove any lip or unsightly facial hair). With a gloved hand, the warder reached into the bucket, scooped up a handful of the slime, and roughly slapped it on Angie’s back. For a moment, all Angie felt was the cold of the goo, and then suddenly it started to burn. And boy, did it burn! Angie started what the warders called the depilation dance. She started squirming. Heart shaped and firm, he often caught himself staring longingly at it's pert globes and imagining what it would feel like to slide his dick between those two fleshy pillows until he came all over the senior's back.Shit, he needed to get laid. It had been 5 years since his last piece of ass, and his dick was starting to forget what it felt like. Sadly, being a closeted gay man in small-town America meant that his options were limited, and he adamantly refused to use dating apps or partake in. You loved your dad, but you didn’t love how he treated you. You’re just confused, honey. The last year and a half has been pretty crazy for you with everything that’s changed. Just think, are you really sure that you’re OK with me being with Sandy and Ruth? Assuming they go through with it, that is.”“Yes, I am. They need this just as much as I needed it.”“But I’m not going to be there for them afterwards, the way I was with you.”“That wasn’t my original plan, if you remember. I was going to.