Corey and Dave started some bellowing laughter. Steve was laughing along with them, “Do it again, Jen. Do it again. Do the cum-fountain. She’s ... little cum-fountain.” Dave’s 5th and 6th spurts covered my right eye and left cheek. MY face was covered in warm salty jizz. And they couldn’t find it any funnier laughing non-stop. All of them were laughing, except Jerry. I felt his hands lift me up, and turn me back on my stomach. He placed the two pillows under my belly propping me up on all. As I helped the customers, it was common for a girl to give my cock a grab or a stroke. I certainly didn't mind. It was sticking out hard and ready so it was a natural thing for any teen girl learning about her sexuality to do. I was so glad my life allowed the opportunity to help so many people. I think I got more out of it than the people I helped. I always had this warm glow of satisfaction. I had a good life which was made even better by all the wonderful people I met.I was approached just. It wasn't outside the range of possibility—with a lot of work and careful study, he might be able to become that sort of person—but it was totally out of his grasp right now. No wonder he was always angry. "There are probably people who find you attractive," I said, phrasing carefully—that 'probably' was a calculated choice. "Why don't you talk to them?" They're all losers," Bernard said dismissively, suggesting (alarmingly) that 'probably' was 'actually'—and suggesting, furthermore, that he'd. Yet always, he was wondering where his destiny would take him.Destiny, it was a word that haunted Michael his whole life, having an overriding feeling of destiny can lead to a wonderful life full of adventure and attainment, or it can lead to the life of a monster bending people 'till they break so you can attain your "destiny".To have a destiny meant not having control, and control was something Michael had always had; be it control over his classmates, making sure that those he liked did.