I did so for my own good as well. Kay told me that she was afraid to go with you. I asked her why.“Because my own voices have returned,” Kay said ...o me.“We all hear voices Kay,” I replied. I wrapped her in my arms as I added, “It is up to us whether we listen to them or not,” I replied.Kay asked me if I heard voices as well. I told her I did however; I did not tell her my voices were the words I said to John when I was Carrie to him. I reached into my purse and I took out a small vial of coke. It was Sunday afternoon in Portland, and it was gray and damp, but it had stopped raining a few hours before. As we walked to the restaurant, we went past a piercing place on the corner. There seemed to be a lot of them in Portland, and whenever I saw one, I shivered a little bit.We crossed the street and went into the restaurant. It was an unassuming-looking Chinese place, and there were actual Chinese eating there, which was always a good sign. Mistress sat down at a table, and I sat across. I want you to shoot in my mouth. I want you to blast your big, hot, creamy load right down my cocksucking throat. I wanna taste your sperm and drink it. Let me have it.” Her mouth immediately engulfed my cock again and bobbed up and down. That was all the encouragement I needed. Brenda barely had me back in her mouth when I involuntarily arched my back and pumped my hips toward her. It felt like my cream was literally cumming up from my toes. It stopped right below the head of my dick,. They took a look around them they could see young girls most of them Yukos age screaming in pain as they are slaughtered like meat animals, hung by the neck from a noose to suffocate slowly and girls with spits sticking from pussies and mouths, WOW this is cool Yuko said as she ran into the room and over to a young girl who was being held down by two large men while another girl pushed a spit though her body, Yuko pressed her lips to the girl and gave her a kiss as the spit came up her throat.