I read the rest of the journal, spent time studying the portraits they’d left in my room, and giggled at the knitting attempts my mother had made �... she was apparently good at other skills like embroidery, but couldn’t knit to save her life, though she tried every time she came to see me. Usually she’d give up in frustration and the nurses would end up saving the results when she tried to throw them out.I ended up having a long conversation with the Chancellor where I confided in her what had. .. No... I'm not, um... a hooker..." I looked away, reaching for the door. He grabbed my arm. "Please... I'll drive you anywhere! I need this..." I didn't know what to do. Sure, I've fantasized, but it was never like this. I didn't want to lose my virginity in a filthy truck to a filthy truck driver! There was also the little dilemma about my lack of a vagina. I thought for a second. "What do you want?" I asked shyly. "Just blow me! That's all!" I considered this. "I've never..." "That. .OOOH ... I exhale hard onto her clit, making her shake a bit asshe pumps away hard in me ... ooh yes, work it ... then shetakes my clit between her thumb and fingersssssss ... YESSS ...work it ... fuck me!!! Oh yeah ... mmm mmm ... ahhhhhh..." Marilyn wrapped one arm around Kat's chest and pumped hard intoKat, feeling her dick being squeezed by Kat's ass as Kat drippedprofusely over her balls. As the nectar cooled down below,tickling her balls gently, she rubbed her nipples hard againstKat's. Tommy dragged them out of the car onto the grass next to the road. He took their shoes and socks off, then took a small knife out of his pocket and cut their clothes off, leaving them wearing just their underwear. That done, he approached Ron, who stared at him wide-eyed. Tommy tore the duct tape off the man’s mouth. Ron winced. ‘You bastard!’ he sputtered. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ Tommy smiled. ‘I’m going to leave you here,’ he said. ‘Sooner or later, if you manage to get the.