”“Yeah, it's fun,” said Genevieve Watkins, one of the cheerleaders. Paloma thrust her finger into my asshole. I gasped, my hand tightening on he...r little futa-cock. Her finger wiggled into me. So narrow. So skinny. It wasn't Shelena's big dick, but Paloma was fucking my asshole. She was thrusting her digit in and out of me. She pumped it away deep and hard into me. I shuddered, reveling in it.The anal stimulation melted to my cunt. I pumped my hand up and down her girl-dick, feeling her throb. Seeing all of you staring at me like that is making me mad.”“So, then, yes,” Vanessa said. “Tell me about Magic withdrawal. Is it anything like drug withdrawal?”I repeated what Dalton told me and concluded with, “In the end, it appears to just go away on its own.”Vanessa nodded and studied Jordan. “But there’ll still be lingering issues. They need to be taken care of too. Jordan, is there anything particular that’s bothering you?”Jordan sighed heavily and looked at me. “The Lockdown, the way. Part of me liked the attention, but mostly I found it sickening that his eyes seemed to undress me every time he caught sight of me. My mother was much too concerned with her own problems to notice, and as I loved her so much, I didn't want to burden her with my concerns.After nearly a four-year battle with cancer, my mother finally passed away. I was nearly nineteen then and my younger sister, Charlene, or Charlie, was sixteen. As such, when I came home that summer from college and my mother. He said, "You don't have to be sorry. I always like to think thingshave a way to work out." "But I charged you with harassment. I probably ruined any chancesyou have for advancement and I put you in skirts. There can't beany good in that, is there?" Bill said, "Evan Pyle came in to see me on Thursday and told methat he didn't think I really committed harassment. He told me Icould wear a suit on Friday and I told him I wanted you to come toyour own conclusion. I had confidence in you that you.