Hidden in the dark are strangely deformed people, the results of failed experiments in human genetics. Like it is feeding time, they gather closer and...closer around you, only food is not to be their reward this time. They are eager to ravish you, the beautiful maiden. Their deformities make them hide from the light; they have been starved from ever experiencing the pleasures of a beautiful woman.I lead you to a raised platform I know to be in the middle of the dark room and push you onto your. I have previously sent messages back and forth with two other members here. One guy and one gal who have given me much advise that I will probably eventually ignore, that’s me, I’m a bit pig-headed.I filled out the profile, I mean it’s just common courtesy, and I am a bit (okay a lot) extroverted. But how hard is it, and its anonymous, I dislike it when I don’t know anything about the guy sending me a picture of his dick. (At least I think it’s a dick, I’ll double check when I find my. "There was silence for a moment. He studied her face. She drew breath and tried not to let fear take over her heart."So, what did you want to talk about," he said finally.How could he not see it! "Brandon, I... You've been busy, I've been busy, we haven't... We haven't talked in forever. We talk even less than we have sex."He gave a wry smile. "Now that's saying something." His attitude shifted: "Not like we have sex all that often anymore. What, twice since your birthday? You know," his tone. That ring got smooshed onto her pussy lips and I realized he had shot off in her and was still going strong. Feeling light headed, I backed out of there and found myself standing on deck.Patrick came up behind me and put his hands on my waist. I turned around and found a pair of very green eyes looking into mine.“Who’s driving the boat?” I asked in a trembly voice.“Your dad’s asleep so I tied the tiller” he said, as if that explained everything. “Where’s my sandwich?”“Well ... I uh ... there.