” He began crying and I suddenly found myself comforting him.“Shh. It’s going to be ok,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him...to my chest. I wasn’t sure what to believe. Last week I would never have believed there was such a thing as a tentacle monster. But then I was fucked by one. Was it really my closest friend?“I’m so sorry that I did that to you.”“It’s ok. I’m ok.” I reassured him. “I really did enjoy it.”“How could you have enjoyed that? I’m a monster.”“The Kenji I know. I was breathing deeply, relaxing my body and muscles. He only told me so squat I'll put it in you. My legs were trembling, and he held me so tightly that I felt like I could do nothing to him, I'm totally his. I could feel my ass expanding forever. His cock started digging in my womb deeper and deeper. The pain was, but I was so horny that I was amazed. He pushed him into me. He was telling me what you were squeezing, don't play innocent things here. Get it right.I couldn't even move, and he. They were covered with blankets and a canopy was positioned over their heads. It made me think of the old helicopter scenes in the series 'MASH'. Between them sat Melody. From her spot in the trailer she could keep an eye on the two women and the intravenous drips that Rebecca had hooked up to them.I quickly passed the word about what was going on. Rebecca told me that they were ready to go and I nodded to that. Unfortunately, there was one thing that I felt needed to be done before we left. I. I . . . Ma’am . . . I am a t-trollop . . . Ma’am . . . a trollop who . . . d-deserves . . . to be . . . b-birched . . .” croaked Julia.“That’s right, Julia,” said Glenda, a happy smile breaking out over her features. “But I think we agreed to add the word ‘frequently’, did we not?”“I am . . . am a trollop . . . aahh . . . oh . . . who deserves to be birched . . . f-frequently, Ma’am . . .”“That’s it, Julia . . . absolutely right this time!”Julia burst into a fresh flood of tears. She was.