She certainly is healthy, he thought. She’ll make fine meat for the townspeople when I’m through.He then slid his hands under her buttocks, and hi... fingers pushed into her rectum. His hands were like eagle talons pulling her ass cheeks apart. All the while he continued to thrust into her. Feeling the orgasm approaching, he looked at the other Priests and nodded.One of them unsheathed the eight-inch ceremonial blade and handed it –over the terrified girl, whose eyes followed it desperately- to. I am holding your cock with one hand and fingering my clit with the other. I can feel myself getting close to cumming but I stop myself, I don’t want to make myself cum, I want you to make me cum… So I take my hand away from my clit and move it towards your balls. I gently cup them and roll them around in my hand while I am caressing your hard dick with the other hand. My fingers start moving away from your balls towards your ass, I know you like this because you have shown me before but I have. They never acknowledged that anything was different, and I felt like I was going insane. Months went by, and I was having more sex than anyone I knew, but I couldn’t even mention it to anyone. And through it all, Angie and Shayla continued to bicker and argue at every opportunity.As the school year drew to a close, my band got a job playing at a party for the graduating class, and while it didn’t pay much, they said we could bring guests and drink for free, so we were game. Both Angie and. No whispers.’ ‘There isn’t?’ ‘There really isn’t,’ said the child and turned to look up at him. ‘Dad, why are you crying?’ —==(o)==— There was no night in her cell, no day either. Just damp, old air. They all said she was crazy, but she wasn’t the crazy one, they were. Crazy termites. She hadn’t done anything wrong, why had they stuck her into this place? How long had she been there? In her cell there was nothing to do but think. All that thinking was driving her crazy. Or, maybe, she had been.