I pulled up the hem of my skirt and closed my eyes, softly moaning to myself. I could hardly believe I was showing my cunt to a stranger. Wild contrac...ions pulsed around the Ben Wahs as I shuddered at the thought, a trickle of juice running down the inside of my thigh. "Oh, man. That's pretty," surfer boy whispered. "She has a pretty cunt," agreed Johan. "Turn around. I want to see your ass." Surfer boy was catching on and I didn't think I could have felt more like a slut as I awkwardly. Shhhh! Don't speak or they'll think you're crazy.But where are you?I'm right here, Jeremy.It's "Jenny" now.To me, you're still "Jeremy." And I never liked those two dykes, either.Where are you, Mistress Julie?Jeremy, I guess you can kill that Mistress crap now. I'm here! Inside you!Inside me? How?How the fuck do I know? I've been laying low ever since, well, that day Erica heard you talking to me.Laying low?Yeah, exploring your memories. I remember growing up as a boy in upstate New York, and. I carefully laid out my chains and my restraints and my collapsible spreader bar. First I climbed up on one of the posts and looped the chain so that one side of the loop was around the top of the post and the other was in the first notch for a rafter. Then I used a screw together link to lock it tightly in place. I did the same for the other post. Holding on to the chains, I stood on the floor of the platform to see how things were fitting. I could just barely hold the chains in my fingertips. She was very good at deceiving people. One of the last people I expected to show a violent streak was my aunt. She has always been the kind and gentle one I could come to in my moments of trouble. One day she just turned around and struck at her son, my little cousin. Now, there is no one I can trust. There is an epidemic of violence around me. It would seem that women are catching up to men in violent crimes. Women abuse their children and their spouse. Verbal bashing and slapping as well as.