Holly was laughing. The car honked a few more time, before speeding off ahead of us. Sarah was bent over, her nice round ass right by my face. Sarah t...ok her opportunity and swung one leg around, sitting on my lap, face to face. Sarah had her legs on either side of me, and she was facing the back of the van, watching Holly and Jenny make out some more. I reached my hands up and squeezed Sarah’s breasts. My growing cock was poking Sarah’s ass through my jeans. “Someone decided to join the party”. Plus three meals a day. I did see one doctor for three minutes who told me I was well enough to go home if I could find a ride. Medical science is really great! The first night I was home, I decide to do it right. This time I would do it in my home. Slit my wrist. BUT — the television was advertising a new show — The John Larroquette Show. This was right after Night Court went off the air. He was the manager of a bus depot. He was a recovering alcoholic. He kept saying, ‘If I can make it. She was forced to spread herself with her fingers so her abusers could focus their blows directly on her asshole and cunt. They finished up by working her over with fists and boots. By the time Tulsa's punishment beating was over, she had several broken ribs, a fractured nose, both earlobes sliced nearly in half, and a piece of her labia missing. Thanks to the drugs she'd been injected with prior to the beating, she felt every little bit of pain associated with it. She would be given no relief,. All of this had begun with a stupid comment I had made while playing tennis. Sue handed me a pretty, flowery dress."You'll look nice in this Scott - maybe you could wear it to church tomorrow!"I resolved myself that I was just going to quit complaining and just go along with whatever they said the rest of time, and maybe that way I would be able to stay out of trouble. If I just went along with them quietly for tonight, tomorrow, and Monday, then all of this would be over, if I could take these.