"More than likely it won't be much to look at ever again, but at least I'm alive. We're all alive! Let's hang on to that!" What are you two doing here... You weren't on the ship." said Francesca in a voice that was weak, but getting stronger every second."We are prisoners of the State, confined to this island indefinitely, all alone here except for a couple of aesthetically challenged goons who come over now and again to whip us and otherwise punish us for our misdeeds. We shouldn't by rights be. .. I wanna see too," he said. "And I wanna touch and lick her pussy... just like in the pictures Bob lets us see." Yeah," said Mike as he stroked her shoulders. "I wanna see you lick her cunt. I want to see what she does." The four boys giggled as Mike said "cunt", but to Karen, it merely added fuel to her already smoldering loins. Eddy and Larry smiled and stepped away from the edge of the bed, letting Kevin, obviously the bravest of the four, to take their place.Karen braced herself as the. With a snarl on his face, Tom said, “You’re going in the trashcan.”“Really?” Sean asked looking at Tom surprised. He figured that Tom hadn’t realized what was being served in the cafeteria that day.“Yes,” Tom said enjoying the moment.Sean looked over at the trashcans for a second. Turning back to Tom, he asked, “Which one?”“Huh?” Tom asked rather surprised by the question. Sean wasn’t playing the harassed victim as dictated by the victim of a bully script.“Which trashcan am I going in?” Sean. Heauxs up, always and forever.When I’m fucking clients for the first time, I like to see their eyes light up. I like to feel their pleasure tremble surprisingly through their bodies. I enjoy skipping through the gardens of their untended lust and making hidden passions bloom. Dammit, I’m good at my job, if I do say so myself (and I will).When I give clients exactly what they want, when they unmistakably respond with unrestrained delight, when they shake and tremble and cry out not only their.