The final piece was a beautiful blues number; 'Chain of Fools' performed by five girls from the 'upper school.' I was overcome by a wave of lust that ...hit me as soon as the red velvet-clad elegant figures of the slim young women, slinked into the spotlight. There's something about a stage that always adds to the stature of the performer. Even a little squirt like Phil Collins can seem immense on the stage. These girls stood like amazons, their long slender legs in sheer silk stockings and the. I was given only vegetables, nuts, occasional milk, andvitamins. I was constantly hungry, but my cries for more food wentunheard. I learned to piss and crap in the bucket since the only otheroption was to just go on the floor, but at least they emptied out thebucket daily. I didn't want to be stuck with the smell of shit and pissin my "cell."I will say I did originally try to put up a fight, but aside from alreadynot being very strong, the limited diet had made me much weaker. I couldfeel my. He gently inserted a finger and leisurely began opening me up. As he kissed my head, ears, and mouth, his finger kept stirring in my manhole. Gradually a second finger entered without too much discomfort as he continued massaging my hole. When a third finger entered, there was a momentary anxiety, but as the penetration of the triple digits became more pleasing, I began to relax. When he finally began working his fingers more intensely, I began gasping with delight.He then gently pushed me onto. His lips sucked on her throat. Sherry tensed, and tried to push away. The hand on her ass lifted the hem and dove into her panties. The other found the zipper at her neck and jerked it down. “Sam, I don’t like this.” “Sure you do. Just give in. You know you want it,” he said, fumbling to unclasp her bra. “Don’t!” He did. The elastic sprang apart the same instant his face recoiled from a slap hard enough to echo inside his skull. Shame swirled in his stomach and drained him like a flushed.