A game that toyed with the lives of every man, woman and child on the world.She knew life could be unbearably hard and cruel, she had lived in such a ...orld for years. That someone had thought of turning it into a game of sorts suddenly felt almost like reassuring evidence that in the end, the world was not very much unlike she had known. It meant that life was cruel in more than one crippling way. It was a cynical thought, she had admitted to herself, but it was true. Truth was always hard and. It is only a block farther than yours. Also, I want to fuck you again. Since I have not heard different, I assume you enjoyed our time together? You were wonderful and I can only imagine this fucking would be even better.”I looked at him. I wanted the same thing. I knew we were not in love, maybe lust, but certainly not love. It was just that he wanted to “fuck” me. Not go to bed together or have sex or fool around or even screw, no he wanted to “fuck” me. This was a crude nasty word that. And again.Out of shear animalistic instinct, I felt Dr. Sultan pushing my upper body down ordering me to stay in place and keeping my ass motionless and my asshole steady for him to destroy it the best he could. His howling was not of joy now but of that special ache too which a top feels when his already, extremely tented and inflated to its maximum manhood gets to further engorge raw tender and swell in a natural physical response to the cascading of orgasm. Dr. Sultan went ballistic, bucking. She tried to shake the image of her best friend’s puffy pink nipples standing erect as she removed her layered clothing, hanging each piece carefully on the coat rack. It was the very first time she had seen Paige in a sexy light. “Where have you been?” Paige had stirred, undoubtedly due to the boot to the door, and interrupted Sydney’s thought. “I attempted to shovel the sidewalk,” Sydney said as she snapped back to reality and removed her black snow boots. “How deep is the snow now?” “At.