Everyone here is hiding, lost in the haze. Do I need a laugh track for this sad reality or what? Fuck.Out you come, friend. Monster. Have your fun. I�...��m all burned out.-I can still smell her, the little pink bitch. He can’t seem to forget her. Barely knows that pasty white ass of hers, but her image keeps crawling and drawing itself into his head. Our head. My head. Can’t figure out why. Shit vexes. Dime-a-dozen slut. Little blonde thing from the splintered Twomps. A cheap vanilla whore. " I am not sure how well she will react to the touch of a man right now, so I keep her propped against me.Now we move even faster. The three men put us in the center of the triangle. They move at a fast walk, I think they would have liked to go at fast jog or run, but Gwen is not up to that. They are good enough to understand that, and let us set the pace.We do not encounter anyone else on our trip toward the so called service entrance. We can still hear sporadic gun fire around us, but none of. ”“No Sir.”“What do you think should happen now? What have you done?”I know what will happen, but now is when I have to ask for it, to really submit to it, I squirm on my knees with the struggle.“I’ve earned your punishment Sir.”“And how should I remind a dirty, disobedient, disrespectful, dripping, messy, used slut that that pussy is mine?”Your shoe slides between my thighs and pushed them open wider, you start to step the toe of it against my groin, pushing hard and slow.“Punish it,. On some dreary so-called S&M website a group once attacked me for pointing out that whipping had everything to do with sex…..and if not, said I, then they should all go and join the prison service or something. I may have over-argued the point by referring them to judicial punishment, but that seems to be the flavour today. Cold-bloodied, selfish, self-satisfying self-indulgence taking it out on another guy's flesh and bones because it makes you feel powerful and superior…. No concept of.