Not yet, and I'll never be. I'll kill myselfjust to spite you all before I become a slut.I'll just concentrate on my story. Damn, my nipples are getti...g largeand sensitive. Okay, I was walking home from work to enjoy the air whenI ran into that stupid witch. She treated me really rude so after Itried to peacefully get away from her, I finally called her a bitch.Turns out her granddaughter died recently, out fucking with the guys(she was a very loose little girl according to her grandmother),. All the characters names remain unchanged except the main character of me (Stephen). I really don't like to use that name anymore.Chapter 1Joanne and I we're playing in her room. There wasn't much to do outside, and it wasn't the nicest of days to do anything anyway. We we're busy using her toy typewriter busy putting together a comic we'd been working on for a week or so, I was typing and she was dictating. We we're really bored and the comic wasn't going anywhere, when Joanne's mother came in. Mr. Denning was so fucking horny too, he pinned me down on the bed, ripped off his shirt which I was wearing, and spread my legs. I waited for him to take off his pants, and then his cock was all inside me again. “Mr. Denning, I love your cock,” I didn’t feel ashamed telling him that, “feels so good.” Mr. Denning fucked me hard in the missionary position hard till I told him to fuck me from behind. He pulled out his cock, and I bent over. “You have a beautiful ass, Lily,” Mr. Denning said. . He kept this to himself, fearing that such a phobia would be seen as a weakness by his peers, and might well result in his being forced out of the mob. He knew there was only one way out, and that was to die. So he had kept quiet about it for years without incident until now. He looked into the toilet, saw and smelled the urine that Ginnie had released from her bladder only minutes earlier. Fighting off vomiting from the combination of soiled clothes and the stench of urine, he flushed the.