What could words ever undo? What was it that he even had to say? ‘Wait. No,’ the voice pleaded from behind him. Underneath the words, Brian could ...ear a desperation borne of both panic and pain. But even the plea brought no satisfaction to him. He wanted to leave the cold apartment and forget that he had ever been there. The ghosts that haunted every day of his life could never be forgotten. ‘No?’ Brian repeated, hearing a coldness harden his voice, an echoing rage that had been waiting for. I was also feeling a little sick after the shit and piss I had beenmade to swallow, so made to get straight into bed. "Don't get in yet," Amanda told me. "Take off your pyjamas, and wait for me inthe bathroom." "Why?" I asked naively. "We are going to find out if my shit tastes better than Crystal's," she smiledwickedly. "No please," I implored her. "I already feel sick." "Too bad," she responded without compassion. "If you can eat another woman'sshit, you can certainly perform the same service. I slide my hand up your skirt and slowly begin to grasp and tickle gently at your inner thighs I can feel u moving your legs trying to move my hand on to your hot wet pussy slowly sliding your thong to one side. I slide my fingers gently inside your pussy pushing it in and out a few times then sliding it out I slide it softly up to the tip of your wet clit rubbing it gently in circular motions I can feel u moving your hips as u begin to cum I ask u if u can slide your seat back a little more u. The windows were dirty and drafty in wood frames that were dried out and cracked. There was a scared and dirty wood coffee table sitting before the couch, but it was crooked and rocked on uneven feet. To add confusion to the room there was a plasma screen TV in the corner, with DVD player, and every videogame platform on the market with a pile of games tossed to the side. Yahoo didn’t sit down on the only other piece of furniture in the room, a wooden chair, and stood waiting as House lit up a.