"Ahhhh!" She bucked in place, unable to get away. I hit her again, and again, increasing the velocity a smidge each time. "AWHHHH!" The song she was s...inging was just what I wanted to hear and I could feel the Boy swelling in Misty's mouth. I pulled out of her mouth and rammed Trixie's pussy, feeling the flesh part for me. Belt in hand, I stroked her hard and behind me I could feel Misty, licking at my balls and perineum. What a good little girl she is! One finger stroked Trixie's clit and the. I slipped my finger between my labia and felt a rush of moisture. Always ready, aren't you, you slut, I thought. Well, let's make the best of it. I pulled out a sweet little dress that always made me feel fuckable - a black and white sleeveless Donna Reed number, only Donna Reed never looked quite this slutty. I'd had a friend of mine make it for me - a short full skirt with a little crinoline to hold it out, belted tightly and a close fitting bodice that dipped deeply, little lapels that. "Our victim quickly crawled towards a bunch of crates left in the courtyard. She hid behind them. Trembling, she waited. Her captors looked for her and even looked in the direction of the crates. Somehow they thought that she was free and running. There was no reason to belive that she was still this close.She heard their voices fade away as they searched on the other side of the building and down the road.After her breathing eased and she calmed down, she realized that no car was coming up the. I went to school, I dated, I graduated college, and I started a profession. I kept an apartment. I ate, I exercised, I put on makeup, and I kept my clothes ironed. I didn't spend my days listening to dark harpsichord music or making practice cuts up and down my arms. I didn't do drugs, and I drank only socially. I was well adjusted and, by all appearances, happy.Except I wasn't. I don't think I ever had been.I watched happy people and tried to figure out how they were happy. Not why. The why.