They are seeing the truth of what you have suffered, of what you have lost, and what still is to be overcome; and they are learning. They are learning...that when you seek empty words, you turn to the so-called ‘superpowers.’ But when you seek a friend who will give all they can, you turn to San Finzione!”The refugees cheered. Julie’s father turned off the television.“I always knew that little bitch was going to be trouble, coming from that family and all,” he said to Troy, picking up his coffee.. " "No please don't. I hate the Commies. I can help you catch them." A cold metal tip touched her left nipple. "NO! I'll help you catch the traitors. I'll let you have sex with me." Once again someone laughed but this time a different voice said "That's enough." Carmen felt her bonds being loosened and she was helped off the bed frame.The blindfold was taken off and she blinked in the bright lights. An olderman was looking at her intently. He nodded at Carmen's clothes which had beenthrown over. He was clearly enjoying himself and wanted to make this session last.He finally pulled me up on my feet and lifted his t-shirt to his neck."Suck my nipples, slut," he ordered. His nips were very pronounced and stuck up like little raisins from his hairy chest. He roughly grabbed one of my nipples and gave it a hard tweak, which made my cock jerk and shoot some more precum into my panties. "Bite my nipple bitch. Don't go crazy but make it hurt a little," he commanded.I spent 15 minutes going. I had a collection of pornographic magazines hidden in my suitcase in the top shelf of my closet. We are not talking your average collection. I had spent many years ever since eighth grade purchasing skin mags and of course no man ever throws them away. Looking back now, I know my mother knew they were there. I also know that throughout high school she always knew what I was doing with them. In fact, I think that’s why perhaps those last days I was at home ended up being as special as they.