“it hurts.” I replied, “there is a way to fuck in the ass.” “you have fucked in the ass before or what?” She asked me. I told her that I a...d my friends fucked each other in the hostel quite often and we applied cream that made the entry easier.My mother was surprised, “you bastard.” “what can we do? We don’t get women like you in the hostel so we fuck each other.” And I continued to stroke her ass and finger fuck her ass. After sometime, I softly whispered into her ears, “mother!” “yes my son.”. It was Privates Brasher and Santillian. "We have to go, ma'am," squat Brasher shouted. His radio squawked noisily. "Those damned monsters are popping up all over the city!"Santillian grabbed my shoulder and pushed me forward while Brasher led the way to the elevator. Another boom rocked the building, then a loud, repeating roar—some sort of heavy weapon firing. The elevator ride seemed to take an eternity to go down the two floors to the lobby. I trembled in fear; my heart seemed to beat a. No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes, and because of that i hold my head high for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If He says i am His princess, then i am that…regal and graceful. And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong? If He says i am His toy, His slut, His tramp, then i am that…as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be, and if others do not see. I liked older guys, but by older I mean my current boyfriend was two years older than me and the guy I dated before him was three years older. Kayla’s dad was at least twenty years older than me, probably more. It was more than that though. Both of those guys I dated for at least a month before I slept with them. I had never slept with a guy that I wasn’t dating. A few very quick minutes later we pulled into the basement parking garage of his condo. Even in the parking garage it didn’t seem.