"We all fall for it — we like to believe the best in men even when the fact they are total bastards is staring us in the face."It was cynical, but t...rue. I always saw the good in people. This probably explained why I was taken advantage of so often. Mandy on the other hand was the queen of cynicism. She never took a man at face value and always looked for an ulterior motive. Maybe this was why she always had men running in circles around her, when I on the other hand got shafted time and time. They had to let her go.Such is the Alphabet Soup that once on their radar you are always in the files.Her compass fixed, she sailed to Panama, fueled, pumped and filled and headed back to the States. Later ... much later, she was asked why she was out there.“Maveen O’Neil, inquiring minds want to know. Why were you in the middle of the Caribbean Sea?”“Road Trip,” she said. Her husband, James, laughed.“She still does it,” he said.“Just takes off?”“Ayup,” he said. “No rhyme or reason. The places. “Owww, you’re hurting me. Please, don’t. I didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t hurt me.”“Do it,” Christine said. “Fuck the shit out of her. Make her take it.”Jake started thrusting into Shannon hard and fast. He was going to come quickly so he energized her feedback loop. She passed him on her way to her own orgasm. She thrust back up at him, her breasts quivering with her motions. She cried out unintelligibly. Then she came hard. Jake kept her in orgasm. The spasms in her vagina took him over and. Even harder, now. Covering every bit of exposed flesh with sting and a darkening flush.Three fingers in her cunt. Angry hands laying into her cheeks. A thumb in her rectum. Cheeks. Cunt. Buttocks. Ass. On and on, as both her pain and her brief, furious bursts of ecstasy mounted. He was trying to bring her to the point of greatest humiliation just as she toppled over into orgasm, for he knew that if he could indelibly associate the two in her mind — if he could connect pain and pleasure as two.