. quite the diverse crowd, but everyone got along as a tight knit group and we hung out pretty much every weekend and often during the week. I guess ...hould start by saying that I am completely straight. Sure, I’ve had fantasies about other men, but I think everyone has a little curiosity... right? Nothing that I thought I would ever act on. I am straight, and quite confident and secure in my sexuality. For that reason it didn’t bother me in the least when our group activities turned to a. It was something I had dreamed of all my teenage years a BJfrom a pretty girl, but not like this, yes oh god from Jenny but not asshe was being forced to do it. With her hair held tight by Helen, Jennywas forced back and forth along my small erect penis. God I wanted tocum, but at the same time knew it was so wrong. Desperately I tried toimagine people Margret Thatcher, Edwina Curry, Alison Moyet, Nina damneven with her hairy armpits that wasn't working, oh god Arthur Scargill,thank god that. Just as I started to remove it, I heard the sound of a man clearing his throat above me.It was the cashier. As soon as I glanced up, my friend made a break for it, and I was left clutching a smut magazine to my chest. I heard the door jingle open and shut and contemplated making my own little run. However, the cashier seemed to read my mind. Without warning, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his chest."What do you think you're doing?" he snapped.I knew it was a rhetorical. “I loved you.”“No you didn’t. You never told me that you loved me. You’ve never hugged me. You’ve never played with me. You’ve never told me that you are proud of me. You’ve kept me away because you don’t love me. I know it. I know it for a fact. Even Mom knows you don’t love me!”She looked around and found her mother staring at her. Her anger collapsed into pain. She rushed over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her.Sobbing, she said, “Mommy, take me away from here.”There were no.