The next morning, she was a cunt cocktail with pussy juice all over her hands and face. She neither washed her hands or face before having breakfast, ...nd I watched her lick some spilled jelly off her fingers, and swore I saw her lick fingers that didn't have jelly on them at all.This went on for another 3 weeks or so, until her next period. I didn't know how I was going to last a week without my nightly ritual. It was in the middle of the first night that I got an idea. Fantasizing about her. In the van I’m am brought to my hands and knees as another skinhead startsabusing my ass again. He fists me hard and fast, punch fucking me to theelbow then double fisting me deep and he ends up with his bicep stretchingmy anal ring again. I’m stuffed full, my cunt stretched to its limits. The d**gs,the sex, the pain and the abuse I’m getting is beyond belief, but it's turnedme into an a total pain loving fuckpig wanting more- and I fuckin love it, want it, can’t getenough of it.The van. Regardless of whether I had already found someone else.It seems that when you open yourself up to something, it’s there for you. It started with a meeting with a friend of mine who was interested and made it clear. I decided on the spur of the moment to accept the offer to pop by for a drink, knowing that he hoped that drink was a euphemism for sex. I texted Patrick on the way but must admit I was nervous of what the evening would bring and even more nervous of what Patrick’s reaction would be. Back when I had a team,” he said with just a hint of resentment in his voice, “I kept my people busy. Training ad nauseam not only passes the time, but it tends to save lives when the shit hits the fan.“Now, we don’t have people that we have to keep busy to keep them out of trouble — at least I hope we don’t — but most of us are human, and as I said before, I think this will apply to the Miadax as well. If we have nothing to do, guess how long before we are squabbling among ourselves. There.