'God damn son of a bitch!' she thought. 'I will not have him saving my ass again today. This ends now, motherfucker!' She was almost embarrassed about...the words she was thinking. Amy, the virginal girl that didn't cuss. Well, she wasn't a virgin and she sure as hell knew those words. What would her friends and family say if they could read her mind right now? Oh wait, her family could. She blanked it, hoping it was soon enough.'I have honestly, truly had enough of this stinky pony manure, ' she. Finally, the alien feel of a hand, other than my own, caressing my hardness, making me feel sensations that I'd been unable to experience in years of solitary experience. I'd realised then that the tales were a mere reflection of reality. When someone else took you, the feelings were multiplied a thousand-fold. After we had finished, she'd looked at me lovingly and told me that we could never do that again. I'd given her my best puppy dog look and she'd laughed and the melancholy mood had. This was quite a novelty to Innocence who had become accustomed to the idea of fuck films as being nothing more than a series of implausible encounters and sexual passions in which ninety per cent of the action was concentrated around the groin. The film company was known as Shit for the Workers, and most of the people involved were both argumentative and painfully serious. It seemed to Innocence that far more time was spent on discussing what was to be filmed than in actually doing it. It. And this..." She caressed my pastie -- the only thing I was wearing! --with the end of my nightstick and they all tittered to see me squirm."... this is the perfect touch! I think she's developed real taste!" P-please," standing there 99% nude and 100% feminine in front of thesespiteful girls, blushing furiously, I begged. "This isn't funny! Gimmemy clothes back! Ooo! This is so awful! I'm sorry, really I am. I-I'vebeen through so much tonight! Pleeese let me get dressed again! I-I'lldo.