You are squeezing you ass as hard as you can but you don’t know how much longer you can hold it for. You feel the seat under you and suddenly it all... lets go into the toilet. You feel empty again and relieved.THWACK! Right across you right breast this time then another on your left. ?Did I say you could let it go cunt?? he yells at you. Your scared not knowing whats going to happen. He pulls you back to the floor and you hear the water in the sink start to run. He puts you back in the same. I felt the vibrators go in, front and back, with a satisfying plop, the super glue bonding them to me forever, the wires hanging loosely, ready to be connected up to their programmed power supply, designed to last longer than me, a flash of a camera went off as they sank home, my face a picture of the perfect orgasmic moment, before Anna kissed me, the moment before she intubated me, ready for me to be put on my ventilator, and finished wrapping up my head, finally loosing my sight. K, er, ah, I was looking for Joe."She was my best friend's mother and I came across her tanning, stomach down with the her two piece top straps undone. Their yard was surrounded by a seven foot tall wooden fence. I always came around the back and knocked on Joe's bedroom window. "No need to be so shy, Jack. I used to change your diapers."And she had, being my mom's best friend since moving to our little cul-de-sac heaven, three split-level ranch homes, the architectural embodiment of the. I don’t make tha t many calls. I don’t have a girlfriend and I text my guy friends rather than call them, for the most part. So where are these surprising phone bills coming from? Outrageous I tell you. It’s like the cell phone companies want you to get into debt over their diabolical devices which you can’t live without. I call the Shawarma place and order the usual. A mixed plate, chicken and beef, with rice and lots of hummus and definitely no salad. Oh, and I don’t need a drink because I’ve.