My name wasn't Donald, but I was sure to oblige as I assaulted her tight asshole with little regard. Unable to hold herself up, her knees buckled, co...lapsing her body right into the bed. With her belly down, my own body weight had her pinned with no escape as I did not stop ramming my fat cock into her ass. She didn't move. She couldn't move. All she could do was lie flat, and take the anal punishment from me.I, too, began to physically fatigue with my knees losing its support and my. Only today my art was crap.I pushed back from the desk and rubbed my hand across my face. I was having a hard time working on the Morrison project. My mind was elsewhere.The strangest thing about this morning had been how not strange it had been. Waking up next to McKenzie instead of Barbara felt normal, like this was how things were supposed to be. I’d risen before 6 o’clock, as was becoming the norm, and I listened to my BDE recording. I’d decided to try shifting my daily self-hypnosis to the. “It’s veeerrry acceptable.”I had to admit, she felt good. If nothing else, I could feed from her before she left for the night. Besides, if this did work, then I knew the cure and could administer it to anyone else who fell victim.Olive slid her hands up to my shoulders, and then braced herself with one hand on the tub next to my head, while she used the other to pull my face closer to hers. She kissed me, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. I returned the favor more out of habit than in an. It had been an effort and I hadn't enjoyed it. Well, tonight I would get to see my friends, except they really weren't friends. They were people who thought highly of me in a competitive environment where it was advantageous of them to do so, people who would follow my lead. They would fawn over me to curry favor.But would they offer if I needed a kidney? Well, maybe that's setting the bar a little too high for friendship.I realized I had only one friend - Jeff. For that matter, if I really.