We decided to continue, but we wanted to give the girls a last chance to back out. I would try to push Candy real hard, and he and I would try Vicky's...limits this weekend. I came up with the idea of using a Mexican friend, who worked at one of my companies. He had a really sick mind. If I couldn't break Candy, I was sure Alvaro could. I would leave her with him on Friday, and Robert and I would go play with Vicky and see what could be done with her.Thursday was a lot of fun for me, as I fucked. )Part 1: IntroductionOne day I woke up and decided it would be my last morning. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser. A couple of minutes later, after some deep breaths, attempting to slow my heart rate, I got up. I cleaned myself at the sink. Hastings, the apparently one-named British member of the team, waited patiently to make sure I was OK. ‘There’s color returning to your face,’ he said to me in the mirror as he too washed his hands. ‘Brilliant. You’re much improved.’ ‘How can anyone do those things to another human being?’ I asked him, not expecting any reasonable answer. There simply wasn’t one. The. ."I could feel my heart beating faster."I'm not sure." I told himHe slowly got closer to me, and he kissed my neck. I have to admit, it felt good. Without me realizing, I placed my hand on his crotch. He looked at me, as if he were shocked. To be honest, I was shocked too. But, I went along with it. As we continued kissing, I felt his crotch get hard. Damn, it became a rock. As we continued, I felt my 'pussy' start to 'pulse'. I had never felt this way before. Before you know it, things got.