They were my two of my closest friends. I’d played football with them since Pop Warner. I tried to say hello, but nothing came out. ‘I thought it ...ight do John some good,’ my father said, watching me carefully. Pop looked exhausted. My heart went out to him. ‘He was able to talk a little yesterday with his mother and me. He seemed more concerned about the football team than anything else so we thought seeing you two might help.’ I’d talked to my parents yesterday? I didn’t remember that. . "Time is an illusion; lunchtime doubly so." I quoted as I looked at my watch. "Mistress." For a slave, you're a bit uppity!" Well this uppity slave suggests that we had better get back to the office before they start sending out search parties, Mistress."We picked up sandwiches on the way back, to eat our desks. I steeled myself for the inevitable ribald comments that I would get after returning from lunch with a beautiful girl and then eating sandwiches at my desk. What the hell, let 'em.. " I want to see the damage," Frank said, putting the bottle down on the dresser and forcing her legs apart. Her clitoris was still there. He couldn't see where she'd been burned."It burnt completely away, then it grew back!" Tanya told him. "I've never experienced anything like that! This must be how the space girls feel when they blow up parts of their bodies." They do what?" Frank asked, not believing that anyone would even consider doing something that stupid."When we were at Renee's with. Her vacuum lips he wanted wrapped around his long hard dick. His white puffy gloves tattered, a claw came from one of the finger holes. It went down to the floor, its legs spread like a frogs as it was only inches off the ground, camouflaging its self in the darkness.Izzy turned around, it only saw more wooden and some metal clowns. She walked to a clown near by, a wax recreation of a clown named 'Bumper', it stood tall and had handsome features, it might have even been attractive were it not.