Suddenly I felt sick again. How the hell was I going to sort out my life if I was laid up for two months. It couldn’t be any worse! I wouldn’t be ...ble to drive even. My car was automatic but it was my right ankle that had snapped, my accelerator and brake foot! I began to panic and hyperventilate. “Come on, love, it’s not as bad as all that. I’ll see you are all right.” “Oh, Philip, I’m sorry, I know you will. I am just being selfish. I am not used to being helpless and, to tell the truth, it. The first guy lifts my top, showing him my tits.‘That’s gonna be hard mate, look at these fucking things’ he growls.‘Fuck, they’re ripe’ says the barman, his eyes fixed on my hard nipples. ‘Take her outside and cover them in spunk, then bring her back in for my turn’I grin, riding the first guy’s fingers, loving all the eyes in the bar on my naked tits.‘Let’s go for a walk’ the first guy says ‘I want my cock inside that slut hole’.Fuck I want that too but I have to remember my rules. He doesn’t. My senior year of high school began in September of that year and, like most girls my age, I had changed a lot over the summer. Unfortunately, most of the changes were for the worse.My acne was so bad that I looked like a victim of the pox and the dentist had decided that I need to have braces. Compounding the situation was that fact that, while my father and mother tried, we still barely made ends meet. So, when I had started to sprout out in all the right places quite suddenly to the extent. .. or what?It was the most frightening nightmare creature he had ever seen. It had a definitely female figure, but other than that it was an apparition dreamed up by Bosch or Brueghel or some similar artist. The head was encased in a helmet with horns, so that only the eyes and the mouth could be seen. The upper body had a bikini top made of black leather which shone in the red light as though it was smouldering. Chains ran down from that to the bikini bottom (or was it a pair of jockey.