Why didn't the boy seem to understand that this whole concept of beingowned -- and especially of being broken -- was so unimaginable for Tom?"Why are ...ou telling me this", asked Tom."Because the sooner you understand and accept the path in front of you, thebetter. Once you come to terms with being what you are -- a slave, a toyfor those who deserve to play -- the easier the process will be. You stillhave a lot to learn, but learning can be fun and doesn't have to inflictdamage that might. ” he advised me. “Really. What do they get up to?” I asked naively. “You are green aren,t you? Those girls like to snog and make out. Some of them will even put out if you talk to the right.” “What actually Fuck?” I queried. “Yeah!the girl I dated all week woukdn,t let me, but she did almost everything else and was really a hot chick!” he smiled on recollection. “They,ll earn us at the first campfire tonight to. E careful or if the couple can,t resist at least make sure you use a rubber as a. After several rounds and more pizza than any one should eat I broke the seal and dragged my drunken carcass to the dirty bathroom. I shook it but that last drop always ends up in your boxers. I turned around to leave and she was right behind me then she started kissing me deep and passionately. Now let me remind you, back when she moved in she had kissed me, that was in August and now it was mid-November and between then absolutely nothing. "I’m drunk and I don't care I want you." Our tongues. They were always the big hefty, sporty types, and now I was told they were in the club's rugby team. They were even bigger now, as grown men. Dave was always big built, and Jason, who has some black blood in him and is a tan color with dark hair, looked even meaner than he used to.On top of this, that group of 18 to 20 year old little gits who had recently hassled us and shouted things about Mum were there too, being part of the youth club the night was about. I wanted to leave, but Mum.