Our panting, in time with the slapping of skin, echoed in the showers, was muted only by the nearby running water. The men held me up, I moaned out ha...ging from their arms while I took my fucking. Finally I felt him pull out, and heard him groan just as a hot stream of thick liquid shot up to the middle of my back, then kept pouring out, pooling there before the two men lifted me up against the wall, the cum allowing my back to slip against the cold wet tile. "Now you ready for this, Xuan,". I knew how cruel they could be, so I kept alone with my secrets, drawing them as discretely as possible, always covering my drawings whenever anyone passed by. At the same time I thought I was being interesting, being creative and hoped someone would notice it. That became my fantasy. It never came to pass. I clung to it." When did you fall in love?" she asked."I thought I had," he said. "In my mind I had a lover, bits and pieces of those who ignored me, and I constructed him. But it wasn't. In the poor light coming out of the two curtained windows, I saw that the house was old. The flowerbeds near the front porch looked overgrown. I had a hard time climbing the three steps and getting to the front door. I knocked and waited. Nothing! I knocked harder. The sound of muffled steps came from within. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. The door opened. A few seconds later my eyes adjusted to the bright light and I saw him clearly. The man was tall and slender, early-thirties,. I was truly horrified when I heard you had been stuck in those bloody jars for 25 years. Pamela, who am I to decide to ban you into those jars again? How could I ever look Ellen and Jeanette straight in the eyes?”“How about Gregory?“Natalia sighed and enjoyed a generous sip of her wine before she made up her mind.“I do like him. His eyes are so, I don’t know, they seem to put me in a spell,” she confessed.“Oh dear... “Natalia took another big gulp of wine hoping she soon would feel the alcohol.