“You!” I growled, rolling to my feet, rising naked. The shadows rippled about my feet. “You tricked me into fucking the virgin?”The faerie arc...hed an eyebrow. “I think you have more important things to worry about than my game,” she said, something mischievous in her voice, a twinkle in her eyes. They flicked, liked they focused on something behind me.Then the faerie rippled, vanished.I threw a look behind me, saw nothing but more shadows writhing across the ground. Then I heard something. Over. Even better than yesterday. I can't believe this is happening. In the early evening he sprays me off again and then immediately goes back in the house. It's another long lonely night. It's hard not to jack off. I can't have him burn my clothes. I can't jack off. I can't do it. No. I lay there but don't sleep most of the night. So it's a very long lonely night chained to a tree. I don't know what to think of myself. I get hard from time to time. I'm a stupid fat fucking pig. Just like he says. I. Mon cul est prêt à recevoir leurs grosses queues. Ma belle chatte est pleine de cyprine. J'ai envie qu'ils me remplissent la bouche, la chatte et mon cul. Je veux qu'ils m'inondent de leur semence. Je veux qu'ils me défoncent violemment !Ma corolle est bien trempée. Mes bas couture, accessoires indispensables, sont bien tendus. J'ai l'air d'une garce ? D'une pute ? Tant mieux, j'assume ! J'exige qu'ils me baisent comme la dernière des catins !Ce matin, en me préparant, j'ai longuement pensé à. Her peers and friends thought her to be the perfect lady; always groomed to the nines in designer shoes and clothes. She knew which fork to eat with, and never said the wrong thing. As far as anyone knew, profanity never came from her heart shaped mouth, but Sara had a dirty, little secret that even her husband didn’t know about. On the second Saturday night of the month, Sara, the perfect lady, was the leading lady in a community gang bang. Don’t look so shocked. That closet whore told me that.