Looking around Erik settled his gaze on another girl. Marla, a short girl with an equally short bowl cut hair of perfect black. She was a timid little... one, and Erik had loved the way she squealed when penetrated. Concentrating past her conscious thoughts, he pushed down deeper into her mind, to the underneath. There was something there all right, something she kept hidden. It came to him as an image, a picture in his mind of the girl being banged in front of crowd of men. So little miss Marla. By the time we realized how late it was, it was clear that Josh was not interested in making the journey home, and the host offered us his out-of-town roommate’s room to spend the night in if we needed a place to stay. “Just don’t have sex on his bed,” he told us, “or he’s going to kill me.” At that moment, I could have never imagined that I would have sex with Josh. He’s been my friend for so long that, even though he is objectively cute and a good guy, I never really considered him. .."A shard of autumn light spread as the door opened. It reached the iron cage and streamed inside. There it engulfed a milk white body clenched as a ball in the middle of the cage. A naked girl lay pinned down by chains. They ran from cruel bracelets to large rings set around.A bowl lay empty but for a few crumbs. Another bowl had been licked clean. There still was no movement from the pale, tied woman, even when the whisper insisted..."Dzjinnaaaahh..."Was she asleep, locked in a dreamless. "Yeah well we are going to keep moving forward Wilson it's all I know how to do," I said.We had to stop once for gas and we got a couple of convenience store hot dogs with coke. Then we got more coffee for the road.By 2PM we found the owner of the land we wanted to prospect upon. "Mr. Powell my name is Sylvia Porter. I came to see you about your new land on the blue knife creek." It used to be blue knife river till the environmentalist took all the dams downstream down," he said. We got the.