She took it in her fist, strokingit up and down, and asked me, with a smile of power and triumph, "Youlike?"I strained forward against my restraints i... my eagerness. "Oh, yes!Yes, Mistress!"Of course you do," she chuckled. "After all, you are my little cockwhore, aren't you?" She grinned, and my gaze, which had been fixed onthe very realistic-looking, anatomically correct, flesh-colored cock,moved to her face."Yes," I answered in a choked, small voice."Well, tell me, cocksucker, tell me what. But as I lay writhing on the bed, groaning in my sleep as I was despoiled, as I was torn in two, the devils face slowly morphed into his sons. You can't have him Jacqui, part of me tried to warn.TUESDAYDonny and I had eaten breakfast and were setting up the supplies by the time the teens starting arriving around nine the next morning. No one even bothered to ask where I'd spent the night as I handed out assignments. Fifteen teens eventually arrived, and although the atmosphere was more. When you see her everyday and you hear her angelic soft voice pretty soon you just know she’s something special. I see her working everyday in the library, she’s always quiet and to herself. She’s always hidden beneath layers of clothing every day but you can still see that beneath the layers lie ample bosom, perky nipples and a banger of an ass, it’s almost as if she tries to dress herself down to avoid attention. It was only a wisp of a smile that came to her face when I turned the heater fan. She held his hand to her cheek, turning into his palm and pressing against it. His fingers gently stroked the soft face."You of all people should know that there's nothing to be done," he said softly. "It's only a matter of time." But we've been given so little! There wasn't enough time!" she wailed, her fist clenching."We've been blessed," he insisted. "We've been given what most people could not find in a lifetime"She rested her head on his chest, sobbing. She clenched his shirt. He closed.