Sick at heart as well as sick to my stomach. When the memory surfaces, as it does on those days when the world seems to have it in for me, I end up on...the floor in the bathroom, still wet from the shower that never seems to make me feel clean. And regardless of what they say, time hasn't made it any less. It is still as vivid in my memory as the day it happened. And I hate it! I pray that I can forget it, but so far my prayers haven't been answered.Enough! It was done and it was over. Stop. .He pulled it off her body and thrust his tongue into her soaking wet pussy.Ana said he slowly licked her clitoris. Very slowly, up and down. Making her moan and cry in pleasure. He finally eased his finger into her soaking hole.My horny babe moaned and she begged him to rub her tight asshole.Freddie did not hesitate; he gently eased his finger in and began to finger fuck her tiny rosebud, while he continued to lick her swollen clitoris.Anita soon came, screaming like a bitch in heat.Her ass. Sleep was elusive until she worked out what was wrong. Once she had discarded the unfamiliar pillow on to the floor, she slept like a log.When she struggled to wakefulness, she wondered for a moment where she was. The memories of the previous two days flooded back, and she was horrified to realise that it was broad daylight outside and she had clearly missed Matins. She draped a blanket round her and tried the door. The door handle did not turn; evidently it could only be opened from the. “Can’t you just fuck me? I’ll let you do anything you want, just get me off this pole.”“You’re in no position to bargain,” the bouncers laughed at her. “Besides, who wants to fit in your ruined ass anyway? Your insides have been turned to mush by now.” He flipped the switch on the table again.“Please, don’t!” she screamed as she started to rise off the table. Her toes had only been keeping some of her weight off of her insides.