With no one to bury the dead the stench of the rotting flesh encompassed the world. The leadership of the terrorist group was horrified to see almost ...ne hundred percent of the Islamic nations were dying. He called his scientists to find out what had happened, but they had died the previous day. The seven top leaders of the group huddled together when a messenger brought a letter from the Imam that had initially blessed their plan, condemning them for their actions. What they did not know was. Now as a senior Julian enjoyed keeping his fag on his toes.Julian was well built and rightly proud of his penis; masturbating at least twice daily too keep its performance up to scratch.But with school hols, he missed having his fag on hand for sex sessions.Last night in bed with brother Dick, it had seemed natural to use him for a quick fuck. It had been a bonus with Dick being a virgin and his prick so small he had felt like a girl between his legs.Actually Julian didn't fancy girls that. “Bending over backwards? What an interesting image.” She looked me up and down, and I did my best not to tremble from embarrassment. “I believe you would look exciting like that.” I blushed, and my cheeks burned and tingled, as if my skin was growing too small for me. Mr. Bloomstein chuckled. “Why don’t we start with something a bit easier than acrobatics, dear, perhaps something like undressing?” “Oh god!” The words rushed out of my mouth before I could stop them, and my face flushed with the. The room was disgusting and cold. I went to the heater and turned it on. I agreed to sleep on the floor and though at least I can release myself there without my niece seeing. I would wait until she is asleep and pull my cock out and bring myself to at least one orgasm.All we had to entertain ourselves that night was a deck of cards. We played poker and laughed we should play strip poker. Not to see each other but for the extra layer of clothing. Our room never got to above 60.