‘I didn’t have to do that!’ ‘What happens now?’ Mark asks. ‘When you think GOD, what do you see?’ the voice posits a question. ‘Did yo... see a word? An image? What’s the connotation? Was that your independent thought? How can you tell?’ ‘I don’t know how to answer that,’ replies the confused professional. ‘The torches of freedom were introduced because corporations needed more profits,’ the voice continues. ‘ Think about it as an experience. Look at prisons. The appendage or lack thereof does. But one night he got pushy and then aggressive. I can’t, or won’t even put into words exactly what happened, but at the time I thrilled to feel his hand on my head, forcing me down onto him. The strength of my response scared me, and I felt dirty even as I touched myself afterwards and through the rest of that long night. It doesn’t really matter now, because after many years of practice I have my self-control back. And that’s how it will stay. Over the years, I’ve cultivated an effective mix. “Faster, harder, fuck me with them” she says. Fast now he rams his fingers into her, her eyes close and her head flops back on to the head of the chair, her moans are deep and throaty. ”Use more fingers, stretch me". 4 of his fingers are now gliding easily in her hole. She violently digs his head with her nails, fuck it hurts he thinks but he keeps going, harder and faster, deeper and more aggressively “ Yes, fuck yes, fuck Christ. Pull your hand out now, watch my pussy dribble”. He removes his. “I’ll grab a slice in a minute, Ma.” DJ called over his shoulder, never taking his eyes from Heathers. With one swift sweep of his arms, he was cradling Heather against his chest as he ascended the stairs at an alarming speed. Heather gasped in surprise, but didn’t protest. He pushed open the first door on the landing. The room was dark save for a streak of light from a street lamp peaking through the curtain. DJ captured Heather’s parted lips with his. The incredibly sweet taste of her soft.