It worked on his mind like a muscle-relaxant, but what if it was just aset of blinders? He knew trust was the motor of his newfound freedom,but what i...f it was just another illusion?Should he distrust trust?He realized that his life up till Norton's had been set by the agendasof others - his macho father, his cruel mother, the bullies at school -framing him as a freak and putting him in a prison of hate andprejudice. They'd caused guilt that all too soon morphed into self-hateand. “You want to compete with your friends and see who can endure the most heinous punishment, but it isn’t a competition,” Kiwi tried to explain.I shifted my weight to let my pussy lips wrap around his dirty cock and came close to his face and whispered “They are not my friends and this is and has always been a competition,” I assured him.Kiwi tried to explain to me that my mother intended to let us all graduate her educational program and judge us on our merits. I wanted to slap him for. The man was thin, bespeculated and wore typical hiking clothes for this time of year. So to did his wife or partner - a rather plain, mousy brunette dressed almost identically to him, also bespeculated. They were talking to one another as I approached, beyond saying “hello” to them just to be civil; I had no intention of engaging them in actual conversation.“Nice day.” I remarked without slowing down.“It is.” The woman said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her gently nudge her man.“Very nice.. “Okay then, next weekend, we’re going to the cinema.” Ann declared. Little did I know that they were already planning something. Velma took me to the mall where the rest of the gang were waiting, “Well, I need to go to that thing, you guys take care of him okay?” I was surprised thinking she was going to see the movie with us. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back just after the movie ends. Have fun.” She smiled and left us. We headed to McDonald’s and then to the cinema. I was in the middle of the four.