First, it told me that neither of them cared. I was still the same old Jasmine, just batting for both teams. Second, it made me feel safe. Like I coul... trust them. Maybe that even meant they’d have my back if someone got shitty with me. That gave me a confidence I hadn’t felt in ages. It put the world into a whole new perspective for me, made me feel like it was my oyster again. I was now in a place to start coming to terms with my sexuality, and I was happy about that. Then, walking through. “You like this?” he asks, giving her a light slap on the ass.“Yes,” she moans. “I like having my ass fucked by you.”“Anyone else?” he presses.“It’s alright,” she confesses. “But I think it should only belong to you.” As he continues to pump, Chance feels a new and sudden wetness as his balls slap against her cunt. Rory moans loudly, her backdoor gripping him even tighter. “Oh fuck!” she cries. “I’m cumming!”The new feeling of her tightening asshole makes the boy pump her harder, increasing his. They talked on the phone as often as they could. They talked through Skype. They talked all day on holidays. When they earned any kind of extended leave, they tried to meet up in some part of the world. So over the next few years, they communicated electronically and maybe spent time with each other at least twice. Was it easy? No, and Darius was afraid she might grow tired of him and find a handsome doctor to love. Although he never admitted, Deidre’s betrayal with Jason made him feel. The life he was building with Cassey. He would tell Veronica to fuck off. If he had to, he would convince Cassey that the video was a fake. A clever fake, but a fake nonetheless. Then there would be no more talk of Veronica being a shemale, no more being forced to fondle her cock, or have his own dick jerked off by her in front of his fiancée. He would get Veronica out of his life.She was waiting in the bar of the hotel. Changed again, into a slutty black dress with red stilettos. Her lipstick.