She was tied to the dumpster with her body on the mattress. Her torn shirt was slightly exposing her bra. She was still dressed mostly in her skirt, s...tockings, thong and heels. The guy then scooted back until he got between her legs and lifted her tight dress up further until he exposed her panties. He pulled the silky black thong down. He rubbed his mushroom tip up and down her slit wetting it with his precum. He slowly pushed the tip in then deeper the whole thing was all the way in! The dog. He didn’t care ... if he ... got off...”“That’s primarily because he enjoys every part of the process, as well as being secure in the knowledge there are plenty of people more than willing to take care of his orgasms.“And,” Donna continued, “if no one is available or able to take care of it, I’ve watched him take care of it himself without missing a beat.”“You couldn’t...”“I was where you are now. The spirit was very willing, but the flesh said ‘fuck off, girlie’.”The two of them laughed.“I. I pulled out of her as quick as I could, to inflictmore pain and pulled her upright, I spun her round to look at her, one glanceat her face told me what I needed to know; she was already broken; the restof the night was a downhill ride. Well, for me anyway. Even though she was still gagged I kissed her o the lips and all over herface, she tried to draw away but I'd never had anyone so easy to overpower. ?Let'sgo upstairs, honey.? I whispered and dragged her out of the room and pushedher up the. I hit puberty in the 8th grade. I started to masturbate. All I thought of was Jess. It sounds weird but I was in love with this girl. One time, I was doing my thing, my dad walked in. He got really mad and hit me really bad. I have scars on my back from that one time. He also gave me a black eye and a gash on my head. I told everyone I got into a fight. I thought I was bound to end up like my dad, so I distanced myself from girls. They deserve better than what I could give them. I couldnt give.