Next the cherries came out. She rubbed her slit with her fingers. I wished she would release my mouth so I could pleasure her. But she just kept strok...ng herself until she was wet. Mistress got the jar of cherries and began stuffing them into her pussy. She ended up with about 10 of them inside her. She reached into the bag and removed the wooden spoon, tapping it on my body. The cord had been wrapped around my breasts. This made them tight and red. She was tapping the spoon on the tops of. Now I was soaked. I could actually feel my juices filling my pussy, trickling and gathering on my swollen lips, suspended like dewdrops upon petals, waiting for a breeze to free them…“God damn,” he murmured, running his tongue over his lips, wetting them, and then stepping forward, closing the distance between us. I don’t even think he was aware of placing his hands on my shoulders, caressing them until I shivered with barely contained lust myself. I felt my knees going weak as he stroked my. Often, my hand would wander between my legs, but I would always stop myself, waiting until I was alone to continue. Eventually he started to let his friends do more than make out with her. I came home one day to find Tom, Stephen, and Garret filling all of mom’s holes! I watched in fascination as they gangbanged her, wondering how long this had been going on.Around this time, I started experimenting with different objects. Bored with my fingers, I tried everything I could find on my sensitive. ‘I moved out of the gray house pretty instantly, or ‘ran away from home’ as most people would call it. I found a new life on the streets, and managed to survive the winter and spring with helpful advice from ‘the shadows of society’, as I prefer to call them, homeless people of all shapes and forms. I kept going to school, and for some strange reason my foster parents didn’t report me as missing, so no one knew about my homeless status. No one except the gym teacher – Mr Sanders – who let me.