"Get the fuck out of here."I turned around and dropped my jeans, bending down and grasping my ankles. Complete silence permeated the entryway. I stood...there for what seemed like hours before a gob of spit landed on my hole and someone pushed a fat-headed dick into me, hard and fast. Tears pricked my eyes from the pain but I held onto my ankles, moving only to compensate for balance. The man rammed his meat into my tender hole, scr****g my prostate and driving me crazy. I grunted with every. I get there and I spot him right away tall shoulder length black hair and blue eyes I could get lost in. I can tell from the moment I see him I want to fuck him. We sit down in an dark corner. We start the usual small talk that every first date engages in. It is going pretty well then I decide I am just going to tell him what I like. Why waste my time if he is as boring as all the rest. I said “ Connor can I be honest with you?” He responds “Of course by all means always be honest with me.” “. 'Future Phoenix girls, most likely, ' Frank thought. More and more girls were displaying scars on their young bodies these days, he noticed. 'Must be some sort of competition with the goddesses and the attraction they have over the men.'"Actually, I was thinking," Cherrill admitted, "that you might want to, um..." Yes?" Frank waited patiently, his cock surging a bit in his pants."To, uh, whip me," Cherrill finished. "I want to go to Michael tonight with scars on my body – to show him how much I. "Must have forgotten to pay the electric bill," Miranda muttered, turning the temperature up until she could feel her skin protesting the abuse. "That's better," the woman commented, tilting her head back and leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water claim at least one layer of skin, as she tried to clear her head."Miranda?" came a polite but muffled inquiry, followed by the gentle click of the door opening and a slight exclamation at the amount of steam trapped in the small room,.