I stood outside of Sulfur’s in resignation to whatever awful fate waited for me at his hands. I hoped so bad that my dark idol might give me just on... gentle touch that night, and knew that it wasn’t likely. My heart thundered at the memory of how he’d looked with his whips, like a dark god of pain and penance, a demon of punishment. My pussy pulsed, which was even worse. He had used me and left me without a care or thought for anything I felt, used me as a personal sex doll, and I was so. Going to school, so much so, that there hadn't been time for any real social life, not for any of us. Something I was now even more painfully aware of.They were on the couch, each with their heads buried between the others legs, oblivious to my presence, which for the life of me, I had not yet made known to them. My initial thoughts being one of anger, disgust, revulsion at what I was seeing. Impulse to run over, yank them a part, scream, yell ... possibly even hit my younger brother in the. “Do you really think I’m emotionless?” I asked.“Not quite emotionless, but your attempts to be calm sometimes hide your feelings. In some cases, that’s a good thing. But this morning, it wasn’t. Or when Kara got pregnant.”“So what are you saying? I should show more emotion?”“You get very excited when your Penguins win, or when your friend Bill wins races.”“True,” I said. “But those are basically impersonal. I don’t mean that Bill isn’t a friend, but neither his wins, nor a potential Penguins. She said that she felt the head of his cock brushing the lips of her vagina, as it was now slowly pressing against her. She said she was so wet, and slowly sat down on his cock, she could feel if open her, and the heat of his cock fill her. As she felt the head of his cock move slowly deep within her, and then move out and back into her tight wet pussy, the feeling made her gasp from the pressure and the excitement building in her. She was now riding up and down his cock moving deeper with.