What was happening now? Fucking my arse was making me cum in a completely different way.My vagina was pulsating, I watched in horror as gush after gus... of clear liquid sprayed up from me, from out of me and splashed on his stomach. The waves of pleasure were overwhelming but at what cost. I was in total panic, I was leaking, not leaking but squirting, gushing, flooding bodily fluid.I'm going to die here, I'm going to die having my ass fucked by a stranger. OK this is it. A wonderful husband has. He also lectured her about being such a bitch to people. As you’ll see in this chapter, the message got through.]March 5I was in the band room for our regular Thursday afternoon Concert Band rehearsal, working on getting my lips and my horn warmed up and not really paying attention to the rest of the room. It’s so noisy when the whole band is warming up that you can’t really hear your own instrument, so I tend to shut my eyes so I can concentrate. Yeah, it seems strange to close your eyes to. . We need to know what we’re up against. The men of Black Mall, why did they throw away their decency? What are we working with here?”Brandi was still for a long moment and trembled before replying. “You’re being too kind. It wasn’t just the men. I threw away my decency too.”Allison surprised Brandi by reaching over and giving her a brief hug around the waist. “Brandi, there’s really not much to forgive. The other three taskmistresses were in another league entirely. We all used to hope for you. Homework was no problem since we worked together to get our assignments completed. It was not unusual at all to find us both at the kitchen table with our noses buried in some textbook or studiously writing some paper to be turned in the next day. Jen had been a straight-A student so she just kept on keeping-on. I, on the other hand, enjoyed studying with my gorgeous sister to the point that my grades improved measurably so I also could knock off grades of A with ease.I was looking foreword to.