I try to respond and realize I can’t speak. I can make sound but my mouth won’t move. Overall I feel weak, I can barely move my fingers. I start t... feel panicked, and Savvy must notice, I frantically look around and that’s when I see the cause for the pain in my extremities. In that moment I remember being given an Intravenous line in my forearm, and seeing a syringe of something pushed into it. Shortly after that I wasn’t able to move much, I recall my arms being straightened out by Savvy. I just moaned and moaned and pushed back to get more..and had my first anal orgasms..over and over..omg ORGASMS ! When he stopped I was left wanting more..then he pushed 2 greasy fingers where his tongue had been and I was on FIRE. Toby held my hips while I fucked his mouth and the fingers stretching my ass. Jean put the head of his cock at my opening, pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. He was half way up inside before I realized..I was groaning at the feeling of the. The thought that I was dragging myself down with beer rather than pumping myself up with hope occurred to me, and I remember that I smiled. There wasn’t much real amusement in it, but the expression fit the general description of a smile. My mistake had been thinking I could effect a change in someone that did not want to be anything but who they were. Over the last year and a half, I had been giving much serious thought to my need to accept the consequences of my actions. At five in the. A symphony of gentle swelling, flared petals and a pink secret garden, it more than anything had haunted my summer. Now, so close at hand, my plundering of it was to be denied.In my unseeing, I felt and heard movement once again. In the arranging of bodies, I sensed a disciplined reluctance to speak. There was an element of surprise that still awaited me.Something flat and hard was placed on my sternum. It was about the size of a hand. Two feet scrunched into position by my shoulders on the mat.