I was a man trapped in this body, a body of a teenage girl, a body that would be ravished by another man in less than ten hours. My renewed struggle a...ainst the bonds that held me once again proved futile. I was helpless. I could smell the girls urine, I could taste Mei Ling on the ballgag.I slowly drifted off to sleep, waking often, seeing the clock seem to whizz around, bringing the time closer when..........My eyes stared at the clock. It was five to nine. I heard a sound. It was the front. It had started, like many other CDs seem to do, by getting access to my sisters’ underwear a couple of years earlier. I was young and horny. All the time. I couldn’t watch TV without getting hard, let alone think about girls in my class or ones I saw in magazines. All I could think about was having sex, which was a joke, because I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to most girls my age, let alone try to chat them up. That left me spending a lot of time masturbating and reading porn. As I. I went to sleep with Millie on one shoulder and Marita on the other. Both had a leg thrown over mine with a hand up under my T-shirt, caressing my stomach and chest.My dreams were even more bizarre. I was sitting on rocks eating from a tin plate with over a dozen Confederate soldiers lounging and eating with me. The talk was about what they wanted to do after the war. One said he wanted to be like the family on the mountain and live a simple life. Another said he thought he might go into the. Sara was losing control and her moans and groans were getting louder and more intense with every thrust from her fingers and probe from her tongue. She tilted her head back, letting out one more shriek as Catherine had her face buried in her pussy, with her tongue deep inside. Sara twitched sharply several times and had an intense squirting orgasm, shooting a powerful stream down her friend's throat. The force of it, and the surprise nature of it startled Catherine, knocking her back,.