What you doing''''shhhh relax ''''hey wait ahhhhhh ahhhhhh oh fuck im not gay heyyyy ahhhhhh shit my godddd''just a single finger getting deep in i wa... caught of guard ass up fingered him pushing my hands away ''ahhh ahh hmy godddd, shit shit ahhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhh ''\''you have such a great little gay ass''''shit im not gay i swear ahhh hahhhhh shiiit''face down ass up fingered and helpless''please please boss im not gay''''my finger think you are, its too warm nice and cute not to be. I walk faster and wipe my tears. He catches up and grabs a hold of my wrist and turns me around to face him. He does it fast; his lips is on my lips and he holds my face tight, not letting go. I try pushing him, but he is too strong. He licks my lips and I try to push him away again. He tries to force his way in and he is successful. His tongue flicks around in my mouth, demanding that I reciprocate. I try pushing him again and this time, I am successful. My fist connects his face and he. First she had been raped and sodomized, and then she had killed the guy who had done it. She had sought help from her mother and was almost raped a second time. Then there was Clyde. True she hadn't killed him, but she had wanted to badly. Seeing him after the cops had emptied eight cartridges into him had taken a lot out of her. Now she was on her way home to deal with her mother's boyfriend's body. Life sucked the big one. Thankfully, he had been smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Charles. It was thick and dark and halfway down my back so it took a while. I left my dress on the floor and stepped back into the room. He sat in a chair, sipping some sort of amber liquid out of a heavy glass. "Come here," he said. I walked over to him and stood in front of him. "They told me who you are," I said. "A donor." "I am," he said, sitting back. "So, if I stick to my word, and only watch you, you'll know it's because I chose to." He looked my naked body up and down. "Turn around." I did.