As our relationship with Krista and Craigprogressed we spent more and more time together. We were all in our early 20's and with no k**saround we woul... stay up late and just talk or playboard games. Occasionally as we talked we woulddiscuss sex and things we liked and didn't like. Things we thought were kinky and sexy, but thetopic never got very deep. I always developed a hugeerection and would have to put my hands in my lapto avoid the others seeing. We got to where wewould share fantasies,. He knew how I felt about how I looked when I woke up in the morning. Fella's let it be said that any girl hates the way she looks in the morning, Her hair is a mess her eyes have the undesired heaviness and puffiness. Her skin flushed and red, not to mention my undesired smell of sweat and sex. I tried again to slip away, dunking my head under his arm, freeing my chest, I sat between his arm and his leg that was still pinning me to the bed, I lifted his leg a little and slipped my legs to my. "All I said was that you look bigger every time I see you," Ben said as he watched his red-headed cousin nervously."Exactly," Gwen said as she closed the door, "do you have any idea how fat that makes me feel?" That isn't what I meant," Ben sighed."And what did you mean?" Gwen asked as she placed her fists on her hips and glared at her shorter brown haired cousin, her swollen belly and tits bouncing under her bulky clothes with her angry breathing."I meant," Ben said, trying to find the words. The hot, brightly lit room was a an actual torture chamber. This couldn’t be she thought. Not in this day and age. All the soldiers and prisoners were drenched in sweat and gasping for breathe; the former from flailing at the prisoners and the latter from fear and pain. Wet spots were everywhere on the rough cement floor—pools of sweat and urine. One pitiful prisoner crawled on his raw hands and knees using several towels to sop up the assortment of liquids while a small female soldier lashed.