She extended her hand and took my sister's hand, dragging her from the room. "Come with me to the kitchen Susan, we need to chat for a moment." Did yo..., ahhh..." I could tell my sister didn't know exactly how to ask her question. Finally, she blurted out, "Did you spend all night with him?" I heard my sister finally ask as they left the room."Yes, we finally made love," Katelyn answered, "And it was amazing." The two of them were giggling as they softly shut the door to the room and after that. And every week she paid full price and tipped the delivery guy with a blow job. As she waited for the pizza to arrive she put suction cups on her nipples to enlarge them even though they were already the size of her pinky finger. As she looked down on herself she wondered if she should get more tattoos. It had been a very long day when she got hers done. Right above her pussy it read ?for torture use only?, she had a tramp stamp that read ?Pain Slut? and one across her butt cheeks that read ?if. We walked to the bed and he was insanely sucking my hard cock then he ask me to touch his cock as he sucked me i touched his hard cock about 7 inches uncut and so smooth that with no warning i grab him put him on 69 and stated to suck his cock as he was sucking mines...then he moved and tells me " i want to suck your cock,balls and lick you ass " i said "hell yeah " he sucked me an rimmed me so fucking good after a while of sucking a rimming poking his tongue in my ass he lay down next to me. She didn’t tell him her fears anymore, she wouldn’t tell him her problems, or when she wanted to do something dangerous. She wouldn’t tell him her worries. She would talk with him but not about anything really important or about her. She still laughed with him, but her laugh was different, it didn’t have the same life, the same spark. She didn’t want to tell him her struggles anymore. She didn’t want him to worry about her, didn’t want him to know just how far her self-hatred really went. How.