”“Sorry, sorry! Screw you. I needed you this week and you hid from me.”“Sorry,” he muttered.“Is that all you can say. Do you hate me? Do I...disgust you?”“Uhh.”“Answer me! Do you hate me because a monster attacked me? Because it took its pleasure from me. Do you hate me because I enjoyed it?” Where did that come from? Did I really enjoy it? Is that why I’ve been so confused. Confused that I enjoyed it and I shouldn’t have. Exhausted I collapsed into Kenji’s bed. I felt his arms wrapping around me. They talk about every thing from food to to k**s from cars to houses and from men to sex including time place and satisfaction when irma told betty i had over 9 inches of thick cock that i would try making her cunt take she said all i could shove into her pussy was 7 1/2 to almost 8 betty said she wouldnt mind getting a cock like that crammed in her and they both made a joke of it floyd and i are friends but since we work in different fields holidays trips and such are when we hang around with. He whimpered with need, even though he knew he was about to suffer physical abuse.She told him, "This is going to hurt me more than it does you."Then she drew back her hand. Anson stiffened but didn't move. She slapped him hard across the cheek and then raised her other hand, paused a beat, and smacked the opposite side of his face. Each blow rocked him but he kept his feet where they were. To move would earn him even harsher mistreatment. Unhurriedly she delivered another half dozen slaps with. Wherever I walked on campus, I would see the most beautiful young women you could imagine. They were everywhere. Blondes, brunettes, everything. And as greek life was huge at my school, they were all in sororities, so they always wore clothes that showed off their tight bodies and spent every weekend getting blackout drunk and fucked by a new fraternity brother.I wasn't really apart of that lifestyle, though I badly wanted to be. I tried rushing a frat but could never get in. I tried talking to.