Foremost, was the terror of what she had faced and would be facing. There was the despair that Jake would suffer just by seeing this, and the shame of... having her body so exposed, epitomised by the expression on that satyr's face as he parted her legs for a second time, and looked as though he'd like to bury his face in her. It was a look that cried, "I've tasted your juices." Even the small satyrs had stared at her opening.Yet despite all these hateful humiliations, her body, her skin, her cunt. " He's a prick, Donna, and he must be making you feel like you have to obey him."Donna looked down at the floor. Why couldn't life be simpler? She hated feeling conflicted. She had been feeling so great just a moment ago. She decided the easiest thing would be to convince Susan to do what Tom wanted. It wasn't what she wanted, but the idea of openly disagreeing with Tom was just too weighty a matter to even consider."Please, Susan," she pleaded, going to her friend and placing a hand on her. Mike was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt despite the limited success of the field operations and the expanding influence of the non-pacified regions.They had a choice of setting up their own camps on the former parade grounds of a deserted military installation near the water or to take over one of the "hotels" in the downtown area that was commandeered for the duration. Since the hotel was sort of an aging flea bag, he decided that their own camp was the better choice and they. We come together, both crying out in unison, “Fuck!” As I come down from my high, I open my eyes to Christine’s face inching its way closer to mine. I open my mouth and welcome her tongue as my hands explore her tight body and she shivers in response. I find myself pushing her down and climbing on top of her without breaking our kiss. I mimic what I saw earlier and make my way down her body, kissing her skin as I go. “Dana…” Christine whispers as her hands find their way into my long,.