Hopelessness. All done. Off to school. To school, to school we go. While he walks, the noise of sounds around him go back to normal. He laughs. Norma.... Such a thing has no existence for him. Blah, blah, screaming, noise. Constant never ending noise! He looks at this watch. Twenty-5 more minutes before the medicine begins to help. Toning down the volume in his head. Like a dial. It’s now on 9. Soon it should be at 4. He wants to rip the dial off. Footsteps at a running pace make more sound. It shows your preferences. Currently ***********ed is female - slightly bicurious. Wendy looks at you knowingly. An uhhmmhum sound from her before you hush her. You look at the options and most are what you'd expect, Gay, Bi, strictly straight, gay curious, poly, ect. Then you start to find other stuff. Beastiality, necrophealia, ect."Not into all of that," you say leaving it as you found it."Not into that unless it's ***********ed," Wendy points out. You give her the narrowed challenging eyes. The tug on the end of his cock from his piercing was unmistakeable and after a couple of attempts he gave that up as well. He’d better do whatever Amy said, as she was his only hope of gaining access to his cock. When he returned, Amy was sitting cross legged in the middle of Ben’s large bed with her long hair hanging loosely around her face. He slipped off his dressing grown and approached her reverently, wearing only the cock cage. “Warm me up,” she purred as she slowly uncrossed and spread. Kyle didn't care if he was been honest he was in awe, "Do it" Rob instructed Laura, she tried to lean forward to press her nipped against Kyle's mouth but she couldn't reach, she had no choice she moved her hands down as quickly as she could to adjust Kyle's cock in his shorts before sliding on top of it, all that separated it from her pussy was her French knickers and his shorts. She offered her nipple to his eagerly awaiting mouth.Kyle could feel his heart beating hard in his chest, as his.