Just, someone to fuck her brains out till she couldn’t go on, and then even more.When you looked at her, she looked like an angel. She was literally...the definition of perfect. She had the perfect body, the perfect job, and the perfect life. You would think that she had everything she wanted and then some. But now, after the divorce, she was craving for this fantasy to happen more than anything. She had stopped thinking about it but now that she was single again, her mind kept pestering her with. ” She shuddered, her hips rising up to meet his, barely aware of her hands being pulled above her head, of her wrists being crossed and bound in rough hemp, of her other captors kneeling to either side of her, cocks sticking obscenely out. She gasped as she felt the smooth head of a cock against her flushed cheek, another at her plump lips. Eyes wide and full of lust, she opened her mouth, eager for the defilement that she was sure to come. She wasn’t disappointed. Her tongue out, she tasted. You can’t do real pushups on a mattress, the exercise kind, anyway. My kind, I could.BIRTHDAY PARTIESThe big event of the Bicentennial was my turning 30. I’d always thought that was so old, but now I had to change the threshold. We had a Howdy party, everyone a character. Samuel was Howdy. He said I had to be Heidi, but I said it was my party and I got to be the Princess -- I’d be Heidi afterwards -- and wore an Indian costume that revealed when I served the grape punch. Indian Princesses never. I picked up one of those dividers that they keep by the cash register and placed it between our things so they wouldn't get mixed. After the girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the divider, looking it all over for the bar code so she could scan it.Not finding the bar code, she said to me, 'Do you know how much this is?'I said to her 'I've changed my mind; I don't think I'll buy that today.'She said 'OK, ' and I paid her for the things and left.She had no clue to what had just.