By the end of this sentence, I will no longer refer to myself as an I, instead it will refer to itself as just what it is, a thing, and use the proper...words to do so. Ahhh. What a relief. To write of itself as other than an it, is stressful, reminding it of the way it used to think when it was a person, and the nightmarish pain that it now associates with the struggle it put up in fighting its surrender. You see, it's not that it lives without pain--on the contrary, it lives with pain every. 'I guess jumping out of a car wasn't a great idea' Lily mumbled, feeling more exposed as her towel slipped down. Her small breasts were only just covered now, with most of her long lean legs exposed to her waist. 'No, probably not' He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her grazes. 'Now turn around and I'll do the front'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub edge. But her towel was so short that as she lifted her legs over the tub, she couldn't not expose her ass.. What does it look like?" He turned me around, picked me up, and fucked me in the air with my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, face to face with my manager's raging eyes as I let his son rail me without a care in the world. "Ohhhhhh my god. Fuck. I'm sorry, Jack." I whimpered. "Bullshit!" he yelled. "Sam, you know what would make me real happy?" Collin whispered in my ear as he continued to thrust into me. "Hmmmmm?" I moaned, unable to say anything else. "Suck my dad's. Jones, the bank manager, to discuss head teller business. This usually consisted of going over the numbers, making a plan for the following week, and ending with Jenna sucking off Mr. Jones under his desk. Occasionally, when the bank had a particularly good week, he would fuck Jenna as she stretched out over his desk on her back. Monica had some inkling of the things going on in that office every week, but was far too shy and quiet to say anything. Keeping to herself and only politely talking.