" It's a tough thing to face even for one year," I said, speaking from bitter experience. "It made me crazy for the first few months. And then there's...my friend Noodle. He couldn't make it through one year." Noodle," she echoed. "Wasn't she the girl from your reform school who killed herself?" Killed HIM-self, Mom. Noodle couldn't stand living as a girl, even temporarily. He tried very hard, but it was too much, especially after all that abuse, you know." The abuse came from the Principal of. In other words if you need some cash and don't mind getting fucked Chuck is the dude to put out for.' Daryl stroked my hair as I listened to him explain what Chuck would like and sucked gently on his cock head as he explained. It wasn't much later that there was a knock at the door, Daryl opened the door and this squat stocky black guy came in. He was dressed in sweats and tennis shoes, exceptionally clean, well groomed and carrying a bottle of whiskey and a case of beer. Chuck came in and. Tammy’s breast were hurting bad. But what was to come hurt even worse. Christina smacked Tammy square between her legs landing right on her cunt. Tammy bit her lip trying not to scream and give the five count with a thank you. ?That sounded wet,? said Becky and reached down between Tammy’s legs. She easily slide a finger deep into Tammy’s wet cunt. ?You like being whipped, don’t you slave?? asked Becky. Tammy’s reply was the only one she was allowed, ?Yes Maam.? Christina. She studied my gray hair, my fit build on a 6' 2" frame and the gold wedding band that I still wore on my left hand.Alex quietly slipped away leaving Kim and me alone. As we talked, Kim occasionally would clutch my arm while emphasizing something she said. Once when I was speaking, she reached up and adjusted the collar on my golf shirt . Her fingers brushed my neck. I found her touch...comforting. I gave Kim a closer look. She was 5' 4" and pretty. She had a good figure, the desired hour glass.