As soon as she'd shut the door, my father said, "Everything the truth?" Have I ever lied to you?"He turned around just as Jessica was getting back in....Once. I think you were seven. Do you remember the frog?" Dad, I was seven." I haven't heard that one," Jessica said with interest.So on the trip back, my father proceeded to tell Jessica about the time I put a frog down Marcia McClellan's blouse. Jessica was having a good time laughing.That was until we pulled into the apartment complex driveway.. And what I mean by that is that I’ll kill myself when I reach the end of my sanity. I don’t hold out much hope for anyone else either. At night, lying in bed wide awake, things got so bad that I had to look under the bed to make sure it wasn’t lurking there. But to be able to check meant I had to cross a galaxy of fear to reach the light switch. I imagined an insect-like claw reaching out from under my bed and closing around my ankle … Afterwards, having gathered together the strands of courage. The men outside were laughing now and talking about pictures. As they described them, I could tell they were looking at lingerie photos Tiffany had taken of me! "Nice thighs." "Look at those ass cheeks." "She's taking that whole thing up her arse." They were either complimenting or insulting me, I wasn't sure from their tone of voice. It didn't matter though, my focus was on the cock that kept sliding in and out of my mouth with random, unpredictable abandon. I kept trying to circle the head. ‘Yes, so hard.’ ‘You want me to cum in your juicy cunt?’ ‘God, yes, please,’ she moaned. He sank deep inside her and I saw the look on his face that told me he was cumming, filling the secretary with spurt after spurt of his hot cum. I felt an insane urge to pull him out of her and swallow the rest of it. Even if I hadn’t been observant enough to recognize his release, Claire would have told me with her overly theatrical moans: ‘Yes, baby, shoot me full of your jizz. Fuck, yeah, that feels so.