Despite knowing all the horrors that await me, I have every reason to be happy. I have my mind back. I will have a healthy body, and I will not be alo...e. It is like winning the lottery after having the woman of your dreams confess her love. How am I supposed to not have a smile on my face? How am I supposed to explain that to her?I’m forced to tell her a half-truth, “I’m used to dealing with change on my own. Unless you stick me in with a child molester, my life is about to get a lot. Melissa and her lover looked at each other and grinned. He put his finger to his lips once more, then dragged his hand across his brow and said “Phew!” He reached for her hands and pulled her closer to him, and then gave her a gentle kiss. Then he walked away. Melissa realized she could feel a sticky wetness covering most of the backside of her panties. There’d been no time to wipe up his sticky load. She straightened her clothes and hair as best she could.She followed the guy out to the. Her little cries seemed to make Martin’s hardness increase if that were possible. She kept her eyes on him while the punishment went on blinking and wincing as the crop struck. The edges of her light brown naturally curly hair became damp with the perspiration gathering on her forehead and trickling down. I knew she would now be as horny as hell as I was myself so after the strokes I brought her back to him and gave her a leather thong. She knew just what it was intended for and she tied up his. This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one of our stories, or just create one of their own altogether!"I won't say it a third time, mainly because I'm sure the Readers get the idea."Of course they do. They're not as slow as you are."Glass houses, shit-dick. I will bail and leave you here alone to meander without quotations."Hey, I can still use the singular ones... Still though, fair enough."More than enough."... Anyway, here's the gist of.