I never felt quite so alone when there were unread pages for me to devour. Some of those books I had read repeatedly. There were passages that were me...orized and characters that would speak to me at the oddest of times. Then one day I realized that the characters that were speaking to me weren’t from any book or story that I had read, but rather from books and stories that I had yet to write. It was an odd revelation, that. I had dabbled in writing, in creating my own style of storytelling. I. There was Barb, who stopped by at every chance to give Jenny a tongue-job. And there was Tricia, who loved to suck Jenny's cunt as much as Barb did. Barb stopped by one day while Tricia and Jenny were sixty-nining, and Barb nearly had a heart attack as she joined in the action and sucked off both squirming, squealing teenagers.Then there was Coach Peters. Jenny was getting in the habit of stopping by his office after gymnastics practice and turning her ass up for him to lick and fuck. Sometimes. No, he said “I like you. A lot.”I reached my hand across the console and squeezed his. It was supposed to mean something. I think he realized it because he turned and smiled at me.“Where do we go from here?” he asked.“Well, you’re supposed to be taking me to Cindy’s, last time I thought about it.”“Oh, yeah ... We need to eat, though.”“Next intersection that has restaurants, choose something,” I said.“No, you choose.”“Whatever. You’re gonna argue, then I’ll choose. Not like there are a lot of. In a few minutes I rained dozens of fits and screams, madam continued the hellish punishment for a couple of minutes. Then she removed the dildo and I could see my cooked pussy smoke. “That’s all, now we go to the next punishment forced labour”, she said taking the 4 big beads in her hand. She carefully pushed the beads into my bruised pussy one after another. “Now all you have to do is to push the beads out your hole if you don’t I will drop hot wax on you pussy”, she said and prepared the.