I stood there wiping my ass with paper, cum and Vaseline, stained with shit, the by-product I am sure you ass fuckers reading my story are all to awar... off.I did leave my knickers behind the door, with a big, 'These belong to MR, aged 15, I will be back to collect them', scrawled under them, a final wipe of my ass on the gusset, the stain and smell I was sure would excite a few men jacking off into the crotch would appreciate.I left as the darkness crept in, my ass hurt and my pussy tingled, I. Just as soon as they took us into custody I asked for a lawyer and kept quiet. I was wondering if I would regret not having killed the no name pilot. He worked for the Colonel and Martin trusted him, so I had to trust him as well.If he talked, I was fucked. I would probably be one of the richest women in the supermax prison. Then again there was probably a Helmsly type somewhere in the system. I wondered if I would finally get enough sleep, if I went inside.My cell phone rang. "I'm watching you. She got so worried that her rational reasons became irrational and their positive outlooks were bombarded with constant negative views. This is why it's so quiet around dinner time.I can remember the first time where the quiet atmosphere was absent, and I consider myself lucky that I wasn't in the crossfire. That was two years ago. In the summer after graduation, around the last Friday of the month of June, Mother found that Father was coming in later and later. He came in so late, that both me. A nice woman welcomed us to the place and gave us a tour of the location. There was a open bar in the nig living room and many sofas where people talked. She showed us the entrances to other rooms, the different bathrooms, towels, lube, condoms, trash cans, and even a small place to put personal belongings. The rules were the same, be respectful, safe, keep sex to the rooms, and have fun.THE BEGINNINGMe and Camila put our belongings in the safe area and went to the living room and began to have.