Most of the over-heated diary talk came from thepotboiler romances left for Bianca to read. He had become adept inremembering the steamier passages an... filling his diary with them.His? Her? Sometimes, Bianca found himself thinking like a girl. Thinkingabout dresses or saying "herself" when he meant "himself". When theDoctor spoke to him like Bianca was a girl, it seemed okay but I'm reallya man, after all. It's just that I look like a girl. Saying "her" and"she" is just a way of speaking, like. ..AHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA...OH GODDDD......OH GODDDDD......OH GODDDDD".....he screamed?into the torture chamber walls.? He hated them all, ALL of the people head become involved with.? Hated them for making him their leader and acting against the government.? They ALL would pay...They all would meet this same fate, He would make certain of that.? His body trembling and shaking with dark terror, clothespins all over his bag and up his entire cock length searing like a fire on already whipped flesh.?. ”“Well, you’d better fuck me so you’ve got something to talk about.”Ronny turned me round. “I’m giving you one last chance, Millerton. Ask me nicely or I’m off.”I started undoing the buttons of her shirt. “Please, Ronny, would you mind awfully giving me a good seeing to?”She grinned. “That’s better. I’d be delighted.” She whipped my top off and threw it aside as she bent to lick my nipples and bite them quite hard, hard enough to make me groan. Her fingers went to the waist of my skirt and. " You tell her, and she peers around the curtain carefully. Jennifer slides around the curtain, and stammers for a moment. Lightning flashes and is followed by a loud peal of thunder, and Jennifer shakes."The storm bothering you?" I ask. She nods vigorously, her arms crossed, holding herself."I-I've never... had to be... alone... during one." She said. "I'm scared... it just sounds... so CLOSE." Her fear was real, and she shivered standing there.I told her to sit down and began telling her how.