The more she tried to stop her taboo thoughts, the wetter she got. She had always been a size queen and her body betrayed her. Little that Tim knew sh... managed to get thoroughly fucked every Thursday. He thought she worked Thursday evening book keeping at Myers Industries. Truth is she was being a whore for the shipping manager. His taste ran from kinky to extreme and he never failed to fist her to orgasm. His cock was average but he used it well inside her asshole. Tim crawled under the sheet. Not that she was anti- Negro; she just didn't ever desire to have relations with one. The rest of him she didn't particularly like. But his penis was undoubtedly the best: long, thick, rigid, able to probe her very depths and give her satisfaction like she never dreamed possible. What was his name again? Clayton; that was it, Clayton with the big cock.She lay back in the tub, letting the hot water lap around her neck, covering her completely and easing the soreness in her limbs, especially her. The coffee helps, but not all that much. Brad holds my hand on our way back to the unit. I am surprised, because, I have tried to keep my feelings hidden. "I know how you feel, Kim, and I feel the same way." "You do?" I ask in a stunned voice. "Yeah, we are very much alike you and I. Look, I traded breaks with Gary so we could be on the same break. We need to hook up later." I am thinking that he means when we are allowed to go home, but that is not his intention at all. We get back. The problem girl, Liz, had come from a rough part of town and had had to be a tough girl to survive. ‘No one messes with me,’ appeared to be her outlook on life but after a few hours of Jane and Ann, with the help of a couple of the boys at times, forcibly showing Liz the pleasure and fun that was to be had by girls at Bright Sparks, Liz slowly started coming around to enjoying herself like all the other girls do, and by the time a month was up Liz was just about like all the other girls.