It continued like that, Ralph fucking her every ten to fifteen minutes until at last he flopped down in the far corner, leaving the path to the cag... door open. Leah, spent both physically and emotionally, managed to drag herself out the door, and then shut it, slumping down against it wearily. She had lost count of the couplings at six, but her watch told her she had been in his cage nearly three hours and she thought he must have fucked her at least thirteen or fourteen separate. I'm not alright. I can't even die properly." I sobbed."Maybe you should try living instead?" I can't live. I can't be the girl I think I am. I can't survive as theboy everyone thinks I am. I ... what's the use." I stood up, and tookhold of the railing that was the only thing separating me from a fallinto the river below."There's plenty of use, hon," the policewomen said."What use?" I cried."How old are you?" Nine ... Nineteen." The use is what might happen when you're twenty. Or forty, or. His eyes were darting from her open pussy, a gaping hole waiting for his cock, and her anus, incredibly tight and irrestible.“Oh Mistress, please let me masturbate with you. Please Mistress, I beg of you to let your slave pull on his cock as he watches you play with your delicious cunt,” her slave called out in agony, a pain building up from his lack of release. His hands, which had been firmly placed on the arms of his chair the entire time, were now twitched towards his aching cock as he. You not only relate to the mentally ill on your world, despite never suffering from it yourself, but you understand their positions, quickly adapting to how they think, figuring out how to best communicate with them.”“Stop it. You’ll convince me I can walk on water.”Suddenly, Phil was upright, standing on an expansive watery world, not a vessel or fish to be seen, literally standing—if not actually walking—on the surface of an ocean at least miles deep.“Okay, you’ve convinced me, you’ve.