He could be incredibly cruel to me, and he could be incredibly generous. He was extremely possessive of me, but he eagerly sold me to his friends and ...anyone else who had the money to pay for my services.Quimby was a bundle of contradictions in so many ways. He didn't use d**gs, and he wasn't a heavy drinker, at least not at first. But he did have vices. He loved to push people to their breaking point and sex was just one more tool to do that.When I was 16, a senior from my school was hired on. He cants his face down to watch, grateful that she’s occupied with herself and not him. The beauty of a bottle is that it has a hole. Use the edges as you will - hell, fingers and vibrators and dildos can do that - and then let your lips and clit drop into the hole, quivering because the know, well, feel, the edge of the bottle that will soon, sometime, scrape them to ecstasy. It would be wrong to say that Ruby “rides” the bottle. No, as in everything, Ruby is more subtle than that. She. I thought I'd sleep forever, but at about 5 a.m., I was awake. Like, awake awake. I felt kind of crappy, like I was worn out, but I couldn't sleep. I kind of woke up Jake by accidentally kissing him, and he took the hint. He's so sweet to me, always telling me I'm beautiful, which I know is a lie. Moira is beautiful. But Jake doesn't look like he's lying when he says it, so I don't know. The way he looks at me...We did eventually get up. It was still hours and hours before we could go to Mamma,. Boys laughed at her and leaned over and spat in her face. The boys that werepaddling her tits grew tired. They handed their paddles to a couple of olderboys. They had a different approach. Instead of hitting her tits from the sideand making them swing, they hit her hanging tits from below. The paddles wouldsmack against her nipples as her tits were smashed upward into her chest. A boywith a long, thin cock was slowly running his cock head around her slack lips.The fresh beating of her tits.