We never got in each other's way. We weren't possessive. We liked the same movies. Like I said, it'd been a nice thing. I realized then that I'd proba...ly miss him more than I'd suspected. He treated me well, and that counted for a lot."Oh well," I told myself. "That's how they go."I went to make lunch and discovered I was nearly out of food. Technically it was Adrienne's turn to shop, but she was almost never around to do it. By the time I got back from the store and lugged all my groceries up. His fingers roughly penetrated her lips and pushed intoher piss-wet cunt. She tried to scream at the roughhandling but she only gurgled around Rory’s cock causinghim to hump harder. “Oh yeah. Fuck the bitch. Make her suck my balls all theway down her slut throat.” He groaned.“Here it comes city girl. A nice big bit of countrymeat.” Stevie announced just before Gaye felt a hot cockpush into her hole. ‘Thank god for the piss’ she thoughtas he rammed in. Then I wrapped myself in a towel, opened the door looking around for anyone. No one seemed to see me as I quickly made my way to be bedroom, locked the door, laid down, and immediately passed out asleep.I dreamed of sex again. Feeling another boy's hands on my cock. I began thrusting forward, feeling so good, getting harder and harder. I moaned in pleasure louder and louder, until I felt his cock press against my ass.My eyes shot open, feeling something press against me. I turned my head as far. I knew that he used a curved instrument a bit like tongsfor measuring the wood that he worked on his lathe, and found several pairsof these hanging on the wall above the workbench. I took a small one, and thoughtabout how they would feel if I closed them on my skin. Should I try these twotools, or find more. A schoolfriend had told me stories about torture withclothespins. She had read about it in a book belonging to her brother, andsaid that the girl in the book had screamed when her boyfriend.