She paused to look at face in the mirror. It was covered with spit. It was enough to turn my stomach but the crazy bitch just smiled!She went back out... to the bedroom. Vic grabbed his gym bag and handed it to her. He ordered her to follow them downstairs.She limped after them and stood in the living room while they dressed. When the men were ready, Vic tossed her the t-shirt and ordered her to put it on.She looked at it blankly for a moment. She didn't understand why he wanted her in a t-shirt. Heler. Hun er så oversminket som ogei gammel gatehore tør. Mannen hennes liker og se på henne mens en gjeng med negergutter knuller den slafete vide fitta . Jeg skal slikke fitta di ren etter at alle 20 har sprutet fitta full. Siv drakk på vodka og røkte på mariuana jointer samtidig som hun ble tatt med hele hånda mi. Ahh så godt ! Mer fingre . sa hun. Jeg jobbet med fitta hennes i over to timer, Og hun ble skjenket med en liter Smirnoff. Hun var nesten bevistløs ,men hun røkte på jointen. If I was low on power, women - or whomever I was attracted to - would throw themselves at me.I spun around in a circle, trying to gain my bearings. The sun was starting to go down, and it finally occurred to me that I should have been using the sun all along to guide my way.I took off toward the setting sun. I ran past giant houses that were all starting to look the same to me. I passed the residents and wasn’t affected so strongly by their outlandish styles or lack of attire. I also gave up on. “Please! Please! No more! I begged!”. Thankfully, I felt the little egg cycle down and then stop... My release was so incredibly complete! I was shattered. But! How? What had happened!I looked up into his eyes. “Sometime we all need just a little push”, he smiled as he put down a second, identical remote on the desk in front of me. Part 3We were in his car, on the way to the Mall to go pick up something for lunch. When quite casually, he turned to me: “Check the cubby for me would you.”. It is.