She felt herself slip in and out of consciousness, only to notice the growing wetness in and around her holes. Her pussy was shaved in anticipation of...the date, but now it seemed completely covered in milky goo. The dress had been split in half, with the top half tied around her mouth like a gag and the bottom half was toed around her arms behind her. Now she was being pounded from behind with her arms pulled back. She moaned through the gag.She was a mess. Ashamed at the soiled condition of. He grabbed her shoulders again, pushed his face into hers and screamedat the top of his lungs. Whore, he screamed, he guessed, and monster,and bitch, of course, and whore again, by lack of better. But it didn'tmatter which words he chose, they were all just cannon fodder for hisexploding insanity.When all his energy was spilled, he sagged against her, sobbing."I'm... I'm sorry," his mother whispered.The words woke him from his stupor. He rose and looked down on her,studying her phony face."No,". As she moved forward, her steps slid, giving Tonya the feeling that she was skating, her years of training letting her legs adapt to the slippery surface instantly. She found herself looking down to see if she was wearing skates, but was surprised to realize that she was barefoot; it was almost as if her feet were skates themselves!Tonya quickly started to relish her new-found freedom, going into her championship routine almost instinctively; the feeling was much more exhilarating than she had. I knew I might not get the job but I have got the girl. But was it love or my lust was the question?I reached home and texted her“Hey”“Hey” the reply was quicker than I expected“How are you doing ?”“I’m good, how are you?”“Oh. Not so well”“What happened ?” She asked“I met a girl today and I am missing her” I teased her.*oh. Why don’t you talk to her ?”“I am just doing that ;)”We chatted the whole night talking about various stuff with some flirting in between.The following night I decided to.