He would tell me sometimes how his sister, Ann, was socially awkward. She had a few close friends but no boys were very interested in her. One day I c...ouldn't stand watching anymore and I decided to pop Ann's cherry. I knew she didn't know me very well and wouldn't go for it. Especially since she probably just learned what sex was, and never even masturbated. So I devised a plan. I took a job her parents were offering to baby sit her and her little brother. One night they called me and told me. I just skipped the next day’s classes and bought some nice flowers and went to the hospital. I enquired at the reception for her room and went there. Just outside, I saw some people sitting on the bench.I assumed them to be her parents and they looked pretty rich form their clothes and way of talking. As I was going in her room her father enquired that who I am. I just said that “I am Sagar and I am her friend.” Her father saw my face with some surprise but then allowed me to meet her.Just as I. I’m so wet. Can you fuck me, Frank? You fucked Alice. And I need my vitamins.”“I will,” Frank groaned and spanked me again.I savored the heat burning my ass and the eyes watching my flesh. The manager stared at me as he fucked Natasha’s face. His balls thwacked over and over into her chin. He gripped her brown hair in his tight fists as he used his bimbo employee.Crack!I groaned, bucking. I was so glad the manager was seeing that I was punished. I was so bad today, so naughty. I shouldn’t have. .Morty looked down the list of incoming messages, mentally ordering which ones to read first - when he came to a stop, his beady little eyes widening in shock as he read the header on the third from the bottom.'Hey, stupid.' - from Gunslinger.What worried him so much wasn't the message - hell, he'd read that morning's rant with joy.But this wasn't posted to the list - it had come directly to HIM. Gunslinger knew who he was.For a second, Morty considered just dumping the message into the trash -.