Guess the room was to have been a bedroom but our parents never finished it and it became the back room where we kept everything from camping gear, Ch...istmas ornaments, clothes, to a bed which was my play bench. When I wished to jerk off I would go to this room, strip my clothes off and lay on a mattress which was stretched out on the top of a bed frame and play with my cock. I tried to roll up into a ball and suck my cock but could only get the tip to my mouth. So it was just fun to play with. There are plenty of people here. But those I've grown closest to, who I've carried through the worst moments of their lives, are all somewhere else. They're facing battles I can't help or participate in. Meanwhile, I'm surrounded by people who, while supportive, can't console or touch me. They can't relate to what those of us who are immune have experienced. It seems the more people I rescue, the more isolated I feel."Greg shuffled his feet before changing topics. "I heard the latest news. The. She had gotten her arms completely around me and was squeezing me for all she was worth. I grimaced, this was not the first time she had tried to crush me, although that had been on purpose. “Ow…guh, let me just turn up the thermostat.” I couldn’t breathe properly. It took all of my strength to loosen her arms and slither out of her grip. I tumbled to the floor as she desperately tried to grab hold of me again. “Get back here you son of a bitch!” she screamed, sounding like she was going. Those are your lab groups now split up and get to work’ the science teacher said reclaiming his seat at his desk. The students shuffled around the class room switching tables. Alexis rolled her eyes at the irony that was her life. Her worst enemy was now her lab partner for the next 2 months. The two 19 year old’s have been trained to hate each other since birth because of their father’s multimillion dollar companies feuding. ‘Great 2 months with you’ she complained as the 6 foot muscular god.