Moving carefully, she made certain that one of the sharp little nail points went right into the center of her hard little nipple. After she came again... she pressed the entire length of her body against the board, making little holes all the way up and down her chest and torso. Then she twisted her upper body from side to side, repeatedly pressing her breasts, one at a time, into the tips of the nails, puncturing them until she came again.After that, she pulled the board off the wall and laid it. "Can we?" One asked me."Do whatever you want," I said with a devilish grin.It was as if it were a race, but one won out, and got to shove his cock in with the other guy, 2 big dicks stretching my fat sissy whole out while the others swarmed my hands and face to be milked and cleaned."Holy fuck....this slut is so good and nasty," I couldn't even tell which one said that, my eyes were closed and in heaven, all of them so eager to cum some more and stay hard--letting out all their pent up cocks. The evenings were spent in therapy. To his great surprise, therapy was not as horrible as he had imagined, and he had identified a lot of the triggers that caused his rage to emerge.Fridays were spent at the store. He worked the whole day trading off the time at the counter with Mike and Martin. At night, he usually fixed a simple meal at home spending the time after dinner in the company of Henry Buckman. He and the large black man had many things in common besides being big. Henry was a. I'll tell you." Remind me not to play poker with you," said Kris."Actually, I kind of hope that someday we do play poker," said Mitch."Why?" Because that would mean you were my friend, instead of a disturbing mystery."There had been a few more moments of uneasy silence, until Kris finally said, "OK, what do you want to know?" You were in an accident," said Mitch. "A car crash, probably. What do you remember about that?"He had hit on the one thing that Kris had some relatively distinct memories.