The only problem with being depressed is you just don't give a damn about the future, so you end up in places you never expected. Like in a kid's muse...m with a three year old whirlwind dragging you along behind her. Naturally we didn't make it past the carousel by the front door without going for a ride. Just why a sweet, little three year old girl would demand to ride in the whirling teacup instead of on a nice, sedate, up-and-down horse is beyond comprehension, but I was happy to let her spin. Their eyes were locked on each other for an endless moment and she wondered if they would kiss then. Instead, he released her hand and taking her elbow helped her to one of the cushioned seats on the deck. The sun was setting and the afternoon breeze had picked up somewhat, but it was still hot and perspiration was making her silk blouse stick to her skin. She felt out of place and physically uncomfortable and began to wonder what she'd been thinking - coming to a marina dressed in a business. ... the tingles it gave me made my other hand pinch my nipples too. I would then start to feel funny inside like I needed to pee so Id stop and go to the toilet. I used to get scared I had broken my pussy so I would pee to make sure it still worked. I would look at myself as I did and notice the start was a clear and stringy liquid. I would do this every night and although I felt there was something more or a higher plane to reach every time my pussy felt like I needed to pee I stopped and went. A small plug would first be used to open her out. There would be laughter and more brandy as they greased her and forced the plug into her tight anal passage. She'd stand with the plug pushed deep in her bottom until the coin gave up a winner with Jane as the prize. It was a punishment reserved for the few and to this day the Headmaster couldn't remember a girl who had been sodomized more often or by more of the honorable masters of the school than Jane Fellows. A tradition they'd say as though.