I thought I'd managed to give it up when I went to college, but now the old urges were back with a vengeance. I lay in bed, playing with my raging har...-on, imagining how the sexy lace and satin would feel stretched over my shoulders, belly, hips, buttocks, how dirty I would feel with my erect penis sticking out of the open crotch and my tight virgin arsehole exposed too. If I'd tried it on maybe I'd have taken Manuela's place in Steve's bed, being fucked by him while wearing the same slutty. "Now fuck your pussy with two fingers while Tom fucks your ass". Tom had stopped fucking her, and waited for her to get her two fingers in her pussy. "Ready," Tom asked. Stephanie nodded yes. Tom started fucking her ass and stopped again, "what the hell are you doing you dumb bitch, fuck your pussy while I am fucking your ass". Stephanie started crying, but Tom pulled her hair for her to stop. Fred leaned over the chair and said "what is the problem, boo-hoo baby". Fred had the video camera. . My-My home... I-I can't g-go home...."“No, not today. But given time I'm sure you could, and I'm here if you need a shoulder or an ear.”Anne continues to cry, murmuring about eternity stuck on this world, the storm getting worse"You won't spend an eternity here, only a few months, then we'll see the civilized world again." P-P-Promise..??" she wipes her eyes, tears continuing to fall down her face "D-Do you p-prom-promise i-i ca-can g-go h-home????" Yes." he smiles at her "Though I can't. The taste vivid on her dry lips; the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly; almost slow motion, touching her face and her closed eyelids with her finger tips, softly stroking her thick eyebrows and freckled nose to feel the sensation of life. It was real. This was an unusual morning; unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I.