I'm such a dirty little cock loving, cum hungry slut, I'm a fucking whore, and I love it." All the gurls loved my slut talk, and a few minutes later ...Karen said:"Now I've got a real treat for you slut. Sit on this bitch." I looked around to see the biggest dildo I'd ever seen - twelve inches long, over two inches wide, realistic, real feel dong with a suction cup on the base. It was HUGE! I pulled out the Bully Boy and got onto my knees, and Karen began passionately kissing me as she rubbed. Squeak.The sounds of the adjacent squash court filled my ears and danced with the vibrations in my temple. My fucking boss and my fucking job, my fucking ex with his perfect fucking wife, the endless fucking holes in my fucking life. Thud. Thud. Thud. I stood in lonely silence, but the noise inside my head was deafening and relentless. I pulled my sodden top over my head. Sweat cooled on my skin and fell in droplets from my matted hair. My breaths were slowing, but my chest kept rising and my. Then one night we stayed over at his uncles place, where his uncle had prepared dinner, he was a retired chef and had a beautiful home and that night we both had been plied with so many different alcohols, I was high and being flattered by this older man and my now husband, was encouraging me to be nice to him, as he lost his wife five years earlier, just how nice I was to be, but I did not mind being with old men, I never felt threatened by them, and always sexually in control, so I just. I was going to have to chop a little more wood from my woodpile into kindling for the kitchen stove, pretty soon. I dreaded that job, but it had to be done. I had a small kerosene heater which I used to heat coffee or a can of soup during the day. I ate the bread I had made a few days ago with it. Nothing beats homemade bread.I looked at my supplies stacked up against walls, and was pleased. The cupboards were filled to overflowing, and I had wall-to-wall supplies. That even included my.