I don’t feel like telling you about it, not yet at least. I guess with more time given to me I will feel comfortable speaking on it. God was never o... my side as you can guess, but nevertheless, that’s only part of the reason why I don’t believe in such a lie. As I sat there on my red plastic chair, writing the last few notes of the song that I had been composing, I noticed that everyone else had been talking about random things. I assumed was the only one who likes to compose music. The voices. I wish to French kiss her and massage her moist tongue with mine,For we my Viking are the catalysts of erotic salvation.She has no hope except in us."For as we are soul mates and my beloved Venus slowly strokes,My mammoth penis and huge gonads with astounding girly talent, On our king size bed all alone amongst ourselves,I skillfully fondle her stimulated pink clit and her Labia Majora with omnipotent ardor,And we lovingly connect through our psychic eyes ever so close; Thoroughly elaborating. . wicked.He closed the distance between them in but a moment, and hugged her close again. She responded more slowly this time, but eventually sighing she gave into the warmth he showed her and hugged him back."I've changed my mind," he whispered. "I won't ask you how you feel about this; I won't give you the chance to say no. The door is locked ... We are on the third floor ... you are in a foreign country where you don't speak the language. You have no choices left, no ways out. I have decided. "Sit down, Justine, and extend those lovely legs. My,what lovely toenail polish! You must do mine up like that sometime."As she talked, she took two wide leather straps and attached one to eachof my ankles. A strong chrome--steel bar, six inches long, ran from theback of each strap to a matching strap that fastened around my instep.This arrangement forced me to keep each foot arched almost straight downfrom the calf.The girls pulled me to my feet then, and I quickly found that I could onlywalk.