He drained my blood, because he was kinky. He drained my emotions, because he was an emotional cripple himself. He drained me financially, because he ...as a leech. He drained me physically, because he fucked me until I would laugh and cry simultaneously. I told him I was pregnant about nine months into our lust-fest. He told me to purge myself of the ‘bag of cells’ within me. It was the first time I ever considered killing myself. I did a quick inventory of my closet around that time. There. Pushing me back onto the bed, Cherie lowered herself full length on top of me, and we melted into a passionate embrace, her tongue spearing into my mouth as she kissed me like a lover. My hands began to eagerly explore Cherie's bare body, sliding down to cup her ass for a brief moment before she began squirming herself downward. She paused to kiss and suck at my nipples for a tantalizing moment, then trailed her tongue down to my belly and beyond until she lay between my thighs, her breath. It was a winter morning when I was out on the streets for a morning warm up, walking for some time as a routine of my daily time table. After having walked a good 2 kilometers I sat down below a tree, near the level crossing, outside the city. I always walked this far. After a while a couple also joined me. Seemed like they were from army. Anyways like it always happened we had a formal introduction and we chatted about health and how we should be doing exercise etc.After about 10 minutes I got. ’ Rebecca sucked in her own deep breath and grinned back. Her body language wasn’t as cocksure as Rachel’s, nor was her motivation as darkly inspired. But she was pissed, too. She certainly wasn’t the type to take any shit from anyone, especially not some foul-mouthed bitch who didn’t even know her. She hadn’t asked Rachel if there was further backstory beyond what she’d already been told. But she suspected that the raw anger that they’d received from that girl the night before had probably.