He also reckoned that they would let me get pregnant so that I did not have periods. That way the miners could have me 7 days a week, every week. I ...tarted to cry but he found the whole thing very funny and after a time went back to the front of the group.That night was much the same as the last with me being repeatedly raped and abused. I was suffering with the start of sunburn now that the trees had started to thin out. My body was felling very hot, dirt and uncomfortable. I reckoned. "It's true, bastard. She's seen it many times before, and it always seems to come up in conversation too. Now kiss my bestie again," she ordered me, before taking it back into her mouth.Then Mandy came around Gabriela and leaned toward me with her snatch coming on the back of Gabriela's head. I couldn't help but follow Gabriela's order and paste my lips on Mandy's. I couldn't resist, but feel Mandy's knockers as well.I moaned a little bit every few seconds and kissed Mandy less and less. It. Fucking and crying, what's the difference? I did them both at the same time nowadays. I could afford to take another pill anyway, because Stacy would have some. She took them too, although I didn't know why. Her life seemed perfect compared to mine.Maybe perfection is its own form of hell. That was another funny thought and I started admiring my own cleverness as that pill dissolved slowly in my tummy. I'd be in a fine mood once I got to Stacy's condo. Too fine for crying. Those pills were. Carefully, Abigail pushed up her shift and slipped her hand between her legs, feeling for the warm wet hole hidden within her thick mat of hair. She trembled as her finger slipped inside, and she wondered what it would feel like to have Peter’s hard prick inside her, squirting his seed into her body. It was thicker than her finger, much thicker, and she knew that taking something that big inside her body would irrevocably split the delicate skin of her maidenhead.But she knew (having been shown.