I'm not sure what I feel" She shifted on the bed. "Last night was, well, it was overwhelming. It was amazing. But, Rory, you're my best friend. I don'... know how to fit this in. And, I'm afraid." You're afraid?" said Rory incredulously. This was Paris. She was sometimes bitter, often bitchy and generally right about everything in the world. But afraid? "Afraid of what?" I'm afraid that I'm gay," Paris said, so quietly that Rory could barely hear her. The blonde looked at her friend. "Don't you. Would any of them do what Fraser had not, and let him suck their dick? Businessmen, construction men, security men. Back, white, brown, in suits, tracksuits, workwear, wearing flatcaps, baseball caps, helmets. All seemed to be heading – the interesting ones anyway – to the station toilets.There were eight cubicles, and hs ducked nervously into the sixth and locked the door. He was already hard, so had to bend his knees and tip his body forward to piss straight into the pan. He noticed movement. My lush heavy breasts were already aching with the need to be emptied. As instructed I had allowed them to go without expressing them for almost twelve hours now. I took the keys from the ignition and dropping them in my shoulder bag I exited the car, enough of this. I had to know!I found the heavy steel door just where the instructions had told me it would be. Taking a slow easy breath I stepped up and pulled it open to discover the interior of the barn was not at all what I expected. A. I would decide their doom ... and she would carry it out.After that, I would remove the worries, pain, sadness, guilty consciences, or anything else from everyone involved from myself to Laura to everyone else who even witnessed this much death and destruction. It was divine justice, righteous judgment, it had been relatively swift and merciful, all things considered, and it didn’t involve an eternity of fire, brimstone, darkness, and worms. I was not a sadist. I didn’t want suffering for its.