~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Anne sits on the cabinet of the sink and stares at her reflection...I can't go back anymore... I have to stay here now... I may as well make this as easy on my new roommate as I possibly can... She takes her crown and carefully bends it in places, breaking it down the middle. She looks around, looking for something sharp to use, settling on a razorblade in the mirror. Carefully avoiding all the important veins,. I had fun tonight.” “Me too.” “I wish you hadn’t gotten on that bus.” “Really?” I started to get interested. He cared about my safety but at the same time he didn’t want me to leave. This was getting good. “Yeah. I should have asked you to come back to my place. Totally inappropriate for me to as because of my position but I still wanted to.” “Come pick me up then” I replied. “Really?” “Yes. I would love to see your place.” “Okay I will be there in 15 minutes.” 15 minutes. That would give me. I stood as still as possible as my pussy started to churn out my leaking juices and I could smell myself as I heated up to his probing finger. He told me to spread my legs wider and to pull my panties to the side and said let’s see just how many fingers I can fit in that little pussy of yours. There was nothing I could do, I hung my head as my sexual inner being took over as my pussy clinched down on the three fingers now in my cunt. I tried my best to ignore the pleasure of his fingers going. She speaks with an accent that’s hard to place, she’s obviously travelled around a lot. “I’m Samantha Gough, I’m 52 years old, and I live in Dudley in the west midlands – and this...”, she nods sideways toward the zoo, “ ... Is my never-ending torment!”We cut to the front of a four-story building with a large sign that reads “STATION HOTEL”.Inside, we find Samantha sitting at the bar, enjoying a drink or three, crossing and uncrossing her legs throughout the interview. The cameras don’t quite.