If she was like I'd been, she was confused about herself and afraid that life was going to pass her by. Trapped. (a pause; her voice becomes quiet, pe...nsive)When I turned I felt so trapped. I cried whenever I was alone because my whole life seemed to be a fraud.I began to hate it when Brian wanted sex, and after awhile this became an issue between us. At first he thought it was his fault, then he wondered if I were having an affair. As if... you know it would probably have been better if I. Crete collected the day’s homework and got right into the day’s lecture about Shakespeare. He had the habit of lecturing from the front of the class and then wandering into the rows.All four girls had broad smiles on their face. Bigger smiles than ever before. They alternated making long extended eye contact and then making obvious stares at Mr. Crete’s crotch.At first he was able to ignore the odd behavior, but then it became noticeable. The girls’ strange eye contact, smiles, and then their. She's mine. I don't care. With her mouth already crammed full of the foam rubber ball gag, she watches as I bring a swimmer's nose clip in front of her eyes. I love to see how wide these incredibly gorgeous blue eyes can spread. With her hair released, she now shakes her head violently away from me as I shush her, stroke her matted hair...then grab a vise-grip full of it and jerk her face to within an inch of mine. "Why do you still resist me, precious, when you know it only buys you more of. I’m in another room. I can hear voices. Distant voices. There are so many voices all night, but few of them can be made out. All is dark, but I am not alone.I’m on a bed. I am lying on my back. My legs are spread. I hear my own breathing; short intense gasps of breath. I am being fucked. Not by a cock. Not by a proper cock, but by a dildo. Even in the blindfold-induced darkness, I can sense that it is attached to someone. The dildo slides out, the tip of it tickles my clit, slides over my.