” Paul reached out with his right hand and squeezed her face around the sides of her mouth.“Ugh!” Nadine gasped at the suddenness of the act and... not the pain, for there was little if any of that.Paul smiled down at the blindfolded girl beneath him and viciously slapped her right breast.“OW!”“WHAT?”“Oh ... I’m so sorry, Sir. You caught me by surprise. I won’t do it again, I promise!”“Good girl,” he crooned in her ear, then pinched the nipple on her other breast.Nadine managed to refrain from. She didn't want someone else's baby, and she didn't want tocreate life in a laboratory. I told her I understood, but I had no ideahow to console her. She seemed to become more and more disconnected,focusing on the lives of her high school girlfriends through Facebook,hearing about their experiences as mothers and living vicariously throughthe pictures of their own c***dren. Our sex life became a routine, with meinitiating through giving her oral to completion, followed by her rollingover and. As carefully as she could, she rolled and then sat up and gazed down at the space between her legs.There was a little blood on her cuntal lips, and more on the bedsheets, which seemed to have dripped down from her asshole. This was still spread slightly, the puckered bud with a hint of wet pinkness in its center. Even thinking about it hurt her.Eventually she was able to make her way into the other room, where she found her brother picking his nails with a knife. "Enjoy us last night?" he. " There were some unique looking individuals at the school and like Wolverine, Storm was one of them.He remembered meeting her last night before dinner; that she gave him a very friendly, yet formal greeting and she told him about how the eastern attic's arboretum was open to all. She was a very vivacious female, whose light chocolate skin contrasted with her brilliant blue eyes and flowing white hair, that hair that looked so lush and soft.Suddenly it was raining. At least it was raining onto.