"He hated this.Uncle Todd hadspent several years in the gutter, living incardboard boxes,until he hit uponthe idea of whoring out boys. And now, he ne...er forgothis old friends.Every day, Shawn had to go under the bigbridge where thederelicts andbums lived. He had to suck at least three dirty diseasedstinking dicks ofdrunks and bums without charging themanything. Theylovedlittle boy flesh,and depending on the day, sometimes he couldn't get awaywithout suckingten or twelve crusty cruddy cocks,. The source of the woman’s blissful feelings was a slick pinkish tentacle that was pulled out from her womb, across her sensitive vaginal walls and was projected out like a flexible phallus. Cassandra couldn’t see it because she still was on top of the stairs behind the girls.Marian moved robotically in front of Delia and spread her legs. The tentacle protruded even further out of Delia’s body and curved up, seeking for the closest heat source. It aimed at Marian’s pussy and penetrated her. What bringsyou to an event like this? I thought you would be in Hollywood." I go where all the beautiful woman like you go." Oh, thank you. That's so sweet of you."Before we could talk anymore a woman dressed as what I guessed to beHillary Clinton, swooped in and grabbed the man's arm."Excuse us but I need a dance with my husband."The woman gave me a "you bitch" look as she grabbed her husband's armand lead him to the back of the room where the dancing was taking place.As I was smiling to. I knew what he was saying. That’s one of my nightmares, too.“How can I possibly protect you from that?”How could anyone possibly protect me from that?How could I possibly protect me from that?But maybe my desire to protect myself would be stronger than my brain’s desire to shut down. Maybe it would let me scream, fight back, get away. I hope so. I don’t know, so that’s all I can do – hope.The tears were running down his cheeks in an almost continuous stream.“I lie awake trying to think how I.