I can see the brat come out when you bat your eyes and grin at one of them, saying what I am sure is a smart-ass remark in response to a question. Whe... you glance my way, I laugh at you, knowing that your fear has gone, that you are immersed in your new role. I laugh harder as one of the girls hands you a Smirnoff wine cooler, your little nose crinkling in disgust, knowing that you would rather be drinking tequila with me .I go over to the girl who answered the door and whisper in her. "That, right there. What were you thinking of?" he asked."Nothing," she said, her face turning pale. She had remembered the rape."Cherry, your face went from blind anger to deathly afraid. That's not nothing." I ain't afraid of that bastard," she spit out.Gently, Mike asked, "What bastard?"The softness of the question drained her anger and left just the hurt and pain. She began to sob. Mike saw her distress and wrapped her in his arms. The crying and sobbing continued. He consoled her, cooing. Now, you two finish your breakfast, we’ve all got a busy day ahead of us.”First period creative writing, Mrs. Kerr handed back everyone’s paper with a grade on it, except for mine. “Mister Lewis, I read your paper last night. I can and will record your grade in my book, but I cannot return that paper to you. In the future, please do not make your writing quite so ... explicit. I’m taking into account your previous home schooling, in a different state, with slightly more progressive laws than we. " The feeling of him inside of me was what I had been missing my whole life. I immediately started bucking against his hard cock and we got into a rhythm. Another guest then walked in, took off his clothes and watched me get fucked in my ass. Remembering my job, I beckoned him closer and started sucking him off while I got fucked in the ass. It was exhilarating. This orgy was my first gay experience and I was already being spitroasted. The guy fucking me in the ass said, "Let's go to the couch..