I wondered if he was in the same situation I was in, like-kind tools of the sister goddesses.[Vaguely similar to this -- you get the point, no pun int...nded]Grueling my way through the high school experience I hated the first time was not fun. If you know too well the reality of supernatural goddesses and realms and have to take mandatory classes on religion it just doesn’t get more boring. And then there was the locker room and having to take showers after gym class, getting teased about the. ? Sleep was not the escape fromthis deathly quiet prison that she wished it would be.? When awake, she mostly lay in silence, herarms and legs long since used to being bound and unable to stretch or bendmuch.? When sleeping, she seemed to beendlessly tormented by her past and the blurred association between that helland this one.? There was no escape fromthis, even in her dreams.? She began tosoftly cry for what seemed like the thousandth time.? She was desperate for something, anything,. I spent a few minutes in this internal struggle, during which time Jim had gotten just the head of his cock inside me. Jim suddenly said, "It’s time to turn you over, I'm going to work on your front," and with that he pulled out. “Aaahhh!” I said. I was trying to tell myself I was glad he stopped, but what formed in my head was, 'Why did he stop?' Why did he stop, why? It felt so good, and I'd wanted it to continue to see where it would go. I turned over and my cock was standing up like a flag. Looking back at me, "Well" she started "Have you enjoyed yourself?' she asked "Fuck yeah" was all I could answer "Would you like to whip me?" Edna then asked. I just stood there looking at Edna, thinking of all the times she whipped me, leaving red welts on my back and tits, teaching me the pain that went with each whipping and remembering the pleasure it gave her, when I finally spoke, "FUCK YES" I said aloud and watched as Joan and Debbie tied Edna to the x, facing me, her tits jutting out.