After a few minutes the stinging diminished and I sat back up.Grabbing the outer lips, I pulled on them, stretching them as far as I could stand. "I h...te you, Rachael," I screamed down at the opened hole. "You are a worthless piece of shit, you know that?" It didn't really make sense to do that, but it felt good to get it out. Rachael wanted me to be her surrogate and somehow I saw my pussy as belonging to Rachael and by unleashing my anger on "her", I felt better.I pulled out my diary and. . I'm hungry, and that's the only place to get any food tonight. It's supposed to be a terrific spread. And ... well, I'm kinda jonesing for some Sinsemilla, and that's the only place we can get any." The only place?" Chase asked. He hadn't thought about it, but now that she mentioned it, he really wanted to smoke some too."Yeah, the only place." Mindy said looking around the room. It was obvious that she was feeling some withdrawal symptoms. "And besides, Beau said we just have to be there as. It’s lovely. But if you’d like, I have something that can fix it up right smart.’ ‘You do? What is it?’ ‘A powder.’ She fetched a tin from her dressing table. ‘It sprinkles into the hair, soaks up the dirt and oil, and then brushes away to leave it shining and clean. I use it all the time on long voyages. See?’ Greta’s hair was up in a braided bun. She undid it and fanned it out, letting it fall midway down her back. It was dark, salted with grey, but Constance could see that it was indeed far. ... " she begged. He hit bottom and held himself there. "Look at me," he commanded. She opened her eyes and gazed into his deep green ones. "I am yours. You are mine." He pulled out to the tip and slammed back into her. She cried out, arching against him. "Yes! Take me. Fuck me!" She screamed. He hammered into her. She kissed him hard as she pushed back against him. This was so much better than the dreams. He was here, inside her, making her feel alive for the first time in her life. He pushed.