Sarah, a particularly butch looking brunette, was crouching behind her. In her hand was a foot long rubber dildo, sculpted to look just like a real co...k. Lord only knew how they had smuggled that in.It was at that moment that Laura realized she had been utterly broken. Despite the degradation, or perhapx because of it, she wanted nothing more than to feel the dildo sliding into her, parting the lips of her cunt and plunged into the depths of her very being. Her need to come superseeded. I didn’t ask the right girl to the prom. I wrote a story and I said 95 percent when I should have said 92 percent. My mistakes don’t kill people. I try really hard not to make mistakes like that.”“You killed Franklin over there.”“That wasn’t a mistake. He was trying to kill me. He was supporting a bunch of psychopaths and trying to kill me to keep it secret that they’re gang raping ten-year old girls. He killed himself,” he told her. “You told me you were going to kill me because I killed him.. I kept a couple paces behind them and made sure I had a hoodie on with earphones blasting some dubstep, it’s the only music that gives me a rush. Once I felt confident enough I simply thought of him as getting a huge boner every time he saw a non-white, the age wouldn’t matter either. All I had to do now was turn back and wait a few days, I waited almost a year on a bed so a few days was nothing. The most I expected to see was some type of discomfort or confusion but that didn’t even come close. ’ Diane’s fear had been replace with relief, so she said, ‘I don’t care, just as long as we are both in there. I would hate the thought of losing your friendship because of sex, and with sex as good as that, I’ve got to have more. Shall we go home and practice getting each other off?’ ‘We have created a monster,’ Justine joked,’ I’m just not sure if it’s her, or me. I’m so turned on right now that I’m going to stick when I try to get up.’ ‘At least you won’t knock the table over trying to get.