.. you’re neat, you’re clean, and you’re quiet.” She looked at me. I nodded.“An OK roommate. But you’re just way too tight.”“Tight?”...I asked. I had no idea what she meant.“Bland. Conservative. Ordinary.”What the fuck? I asked myself. That was me describing her.“Sorry?” I asked, completely confused.“I thought you’d be more fun,” Beth replied, “And that I could be more… me.”“More you?” I repeated stupidly.She looked down at herself, sitting at the table. “Less… this,” she said, pointing at her. The guys lined up and I watched her face while Big John took the first crack at her ass. He started slowly but I saw why they called him Big John! She went cross-eyed as he snaked that thing in. He was going all the way in and all the way out, faster and faster until suddenly he got a really funny look on his face and I was just imagining cum squirting out of Heather’s mouth and nose and ears when Big John gushed. Then he gave her a good swift smack on the ass (it was loud!) and tagged Eddie. Violet just said I should remind you to believe. Believe in the fact that you have no evidence that Katy is dead, only that she is missing. A solar system is huge, and from what you told me there is no wreckage just a missing IFF signal. I should note that communications equipment is one thing the Confederacy doesn't do all that well. Our tank loses its radio about every fifth battle. We can all hope that Katy's problem is a minor, well I guess a bit major if you haven't heard from her for a. I gripped and pulled my hair as I groaned, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in my bottom. The cold floor that my cheek was pressed onto provided no comfort to the pain swelling inside me.He adjusted his grip on my hips as I felt my insides start to stretch further. I could feel his cock getting longer inside me. I clawed at my neck as he forced more of me open as his prick nearly doubled in length. My only saving grace was that his head was thinner than his base. I grunted and my bell jingled.