I can only think of the fun we would be having if I had two good friends into fucking a CD and making me be the slut, sissy, they want me to be. I’m...ready to be restrained and let them do me hard and long. My legs spread wide and hands tied. Fingers, toys, butt plugs, spit, tongues, and two real cocks taking turns fucking me. I would be so happy when I was forced fed both cocks. Slapping my face while they both took pictures of my lips wrapped around big dicks. I’m so fucking ready to try. Sunday Unlike the previous nights, the last one was restless.I woke again, just a few hours after falling asleep. I think I’d had a bad dream, though I couldn’t be sure what that involved. All I know is I woke feeling desperately sad and unsettled.I lay there in the dark, replaying everything that had happened since we got here. I thought about the fun we’d had, the laughs we’d shared. I remembered the conversations we’d enjoyed. And I recalled every sexual encounter in vivid, graphic detail.. . no please..Me: I want to rub it in between you. I’ll not put it in.I started dry fucking her pussy. Sheela then pressed my dick firmly on her pussy with both her hands to increase friction. My dick was sandwiched between her hands and her pussy. I squeezed both of her boobs hard holding her in place and started moving faster.Me: Fuck Sheela fuck, this feels so good.Sheela: Aahaaaah oh god..Fuck me Rohit, fuck me.. Keep going faster.Sheela was on toes while I was dry fucking her fast. This. Over the next few of months they tried to operate on me, but every time they even attempted to touch my spine or open me up, my vital signs took a nose dive and I almost died, they could not even fuse my spine, the doctors thought it likely they might be able to do something in a few months when some of the trauma subsided, so they strapped me to a flat plank, so I was unable to hurt myself, who were they kidding I was unable to move anything but my head and then it was only a partial.