“You want to come over tonight?” Joyce asked.“No thanks, when I get home, I plan to get roaring drunk,” I admitted.“Don’t drive anywhere,�...� she begged.“Not a chance,” I said. I didn’t really plan to get drunk. I had only a pint of fru, fru liquor someone had given me at some past Christmas I couldn’t remember. That should just keep the DTs away until they gave me something for them at the clinic.The they were the staff at the 5th Avenue rehab clinic. It was inside a rustic building ten miles. Cassi knew she hadn't really hurt the woman but it had given her a few precious moments to collect her wits and regain her breath which was now painful because of the cracked rib. Painfully Cassi climbed to her feet. The rush of adrenaline which had helped carry her to victory over Kelly was now gone and she suddenly felt weak and exhausted.Lorri was breathing hard as well, but seemed basically unhurt. Cassi simply could not match her blow for blow and expect to win. Yet she had to convince. When his hand started creeping down my stomach, I realised that between panting and writhing I'd begun whispering prayers to Alistair, God, the Maker – anyone who would listen – begging for ... something. I couldn't even have guessed what specifically I was pleading for, and all I could do was hope Alistair would soon figure it out.When he allowed my tortured nipple to escape his mouth to be able to watch his hand, the intense look on his face made me crazy. I couldn't have imagined Alistair. I figured maybe one would work and I was right, my one finger slid into me and I pushed until my entire finger was buried in my virgin pussy. (I should mention that my hymen had been broken at some point earlier in my life while I was participating in sports.) This brought on a whole new set of feelings, which was incredible. I felt the wet, sticky fluid inside me, my insides were hot and squeezing against my finger. I started pulling it out and pushing it back in slowly to get accustomed to.