I lay down my drink and joint because I couldn’t do them justice while this stranger used me that way. It was clear, undeniable, animal lust, raw, v...tal, primal, and carnal, as she took me for her own pleasure as well as mine.I was on another plane of existence as I made out with the strange Goth lady, my hockey mask still on, while her makeup hid her identity well enough for me, when I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my neck, as if tiny daggers had entered my carotid artery and drawn serious. The first two of these four hours, she added, would be for military personnel only; in the remaining two other interested crew members might join, but subject to military (Igwanda's) discipline and control.The restriction itself was fairly innocuous; the remaining 20 of the 24 shipboard hours would be free. The psychological impact was not. Scientists of the caliber of those who had been chosen for the Gardener were unused to administrative limitations of any sort on their activities, and. I had the next two days off before I went back into work. The night I returned was kind of hit or miss, some calls and then some time to read stories. Every time I started reading my cock would get hard, very hard. I even went to the bathroom and rubbed one out on my break. It was official; I was addicted to the Lush website. The next week I was walking into the building and saw Kelly, she was one of the people who also worked in my section and we always took breaks at the same time. Kelly was. "So here we are two little lambs who've both given up our dreams and still have the ones who supposedly loved us most turn out to be cheating assholes," she laughed."At least you can laugh," I said. "This is the worst day of my fucking life." Sorry, but it's a good one for me," she said. "I know it's bad for you, but at least I have a friend now. I finally have someone I can talk about this with. For the past year or so, I've had to hold all of this in. I had literally no one I could talk to.".