The tears started to fall as I continued on through the snow, painfully aware of the numbness in my toes as the snow melted into the holes of my boots... I could almost hear my mother telling me to stop crying before my eyes froze shut, but I wanted them to be frozen. I wanted everything to be frozen so I could stop feeling. I didn’t want to feel the pain or rejection anymore and I had nobody to turn to. ‘She’ had made sure of that over the years, cutting me off from family and friends as I. "Hello, Jake, we're in the family room," called out my mother.Jake and his sister Kayla appeared in the doorway. "How you feeling, Seanster?" asked Jake."Like I've been run over by a tank," I grumpily replied."Yeah, well, just think how Jilly feels today," he said unthinkingly. He suddenly looked abashed, glancing at my parents, but they did their best to ignore his comment.Me, I had to laugh, which hurt my swollen mouth and my battered ribs. It felt good, nonetheless. Yeah, I thought to. They were spread a lot and it hurt me but I deserved the pain. I bent over the bed and took a cane. I’ve hit myself hard about 25 times until I could take no more. My bottom was all read. My penis started growing again so I stroke it 10 times with the cane until it got down again. I was a very dirty girls and I needed more punishment. I untied myself and went out to find some nettle. When I got back in I found some regular panties and put the nettle in them and wore them. It hurt my already. Elsie was taken in by the performance. She understood more than anybody else there the maddening pleasure that was seeping from her friend’s every pore, every orifice. She had experienced Brie’s orgasmic torrents of rapture first hand just the day before in a dressing room at that very mall. Between Elsie’s memories, Brie’s growing sexual hunger and wanton displays, and Oliver’s flirting, Elsie, too, was ready for some action.After a mere moment, Brie spun around and faced her friend. Her.