It simply wasn't in my point of reference.I felt dirty. I felt disgusted and humiliated. My psyche was destroyed, broken down and submissive in its de...p humiliation. Something in my mind was telling me that I deserved this. That this was what I was and that I had to submit to my role as a slut for men. I was a mess! My mind was a mess!Obediently and compliantly I let him lead me out of the cubicle and onto my knees in the open space next to the urinals.“Now that looks perfect. The perfect. We go way back. Way, way, back. Anna, this is Mr. Zargoff.”“No, Chuck. Zargoff is first name. Or more like nick name for you Americans. Zargoff, what might be your last name?” she said in her broken English, then ripped it off in Russian.“Pushkin,” Zargoff said.Star looked at me, her eyes accentuating her smile. She put her hand to her mouth in what I saw as mock awe. “His family is of the Royals, Chuck. He may be prince. Pushkin, Orlov, Tolstoy, Demidov, they are all from royalty. I. "We've been seeing each other for a monthnow... My parent's aren't home, so let's go to my room and fuck..." Clarissa gasped in surprise at what Allison had just said. Thatdidn't sound like what Allison had told her...but this was indeedimages of what had happened the night before. Then Clarissa realizedthat Allison had changed her mind but Jeff wouldn't accept that...However, the young witch was even more surprised by the next comments. "I'm sorry," Jeff apologized, "But I can't do that... I. The road stretched out before her, and she remembered.Her mind was detached; separated from her body. It floated free, and its' eye wandered about the bedroom. It saw her laying on the bed, legs wide and pulled over Tom Ellis' shoulders. It saw his sweaty body and skinny dick pumping furiously in and out of her semi-dry cunt. It could hear her rote responses, moaning and moving on cue, like an actress in a role. It was a good performance, Tom Ellis thought she was hot stuff.Marsha knew she.