She was bored. Her fingers were jilling her pussy as she thought about being taken by more cocks than she could count, used roughly, taken beyond her ...imits.She knew she needed to be raped. She knew the fantasies wouldn't go away until she lost control, until she was taken by strange, dirty, selfish men.Saturday morning, Charlotte drove to the next town. She bought a pair of handcuffs at a stag shop and the skankiest tartan skirt she could find. She then went to a cheap salon and got a. Keeps the flies off a bit. Acclimatising is taking longer than I expected.October 15thFell asleep by the pool yesterday. Got third degree burns over 60% of my body. Missed three days of work. What a dumb thing to do! Got to respect the ol' sun in a climate like this.October 20thDidn't notice Kitty (our cat) sneaking into the car before I left for work this morning. By the time I got back to the car after work, Kitty had died and swollen up to the size of a shopping bag and stuck to the. ’ ‘Very well, it’s nothing, but thank you.’ The talk drifted into silence. They had nothing left to say. What Margarethe had had, she thought, was the only woman she ever loved, loved truly, forgetting herself, utterly lost in Sharyn. What Sharyn knew was that Margarethe never forgot Margarethe, that Margarethe would overwhelm her, that there would be no more Sharyn. What there would be was Margarethe’s Sharyn, someone she could never be. With Molly there was Sharyn and Molly, two joined in one. ” She looked down at my hands which were clasped across my front as we lay chatting. “ You are married?” “ Yes, I am married.” I admitted, “But not happily. I do love him, of course, but we just seem to be so different nowadays, so far apart.” “ I am sorry to hear that, Anna.” There was silence for a moment and I hadn't a clue what to say next. Alison seemed to be deep in thought until she looked up and captured me with her beautiful soft brown eyes. “ Anna...” she spoke slowly, as if.