All with my left hand.Every cock smells. Of sour earth, of something spoiled, of animal musk. Deodorant. Tonight the sweetness of sweat, formed since ...this man realised what might happen.His penis is totemic, sheet-white in the guttering light, and leaking. My hand circles it and rises, my fingers thin and dark against its ridged bulk. It makes a noise as his foreskin lifts. Slip.Slip. Slip.Eyes closed. Sounds like a man running barefoot through thick mud.Slip, slip, slip.Eyes open. At each. She sprung up while gasping but was pushed back down by Paul and Gene. She reached out toward the half full can of energy drink to show them she was just thirsty and not trying to run. Chad helped her drink some of it.After she swallowed she began to cough as she massaged her throat. It was not bruised as nothing and really been pressing against it from the front but it still felt blocked to her. When her eyes focused again she found Paul pointing the can of whipped cream at her face. “You look. “Do a bit more of a slutty walk, please.”She wiggled her as more, and crossed her legs as she walked, and swayed her arms. She had learned this walk already from Ninon. Part of her nightly routine.“You see.” The man commented as he stood beside Ms. Brendan, with one hand folded, and the other pointing at Donna, or on his cheek, “Those breasts ... they wobble too much, they hang too much. Not nice.”Ms. Brendan said nothing but smiled interested.“Okay, now come here you little slut.” The man said. They need to have some aura of protection around them." I believe you said you had red gis," Coach said. "This is the time to wear them. No one needs to know what the colors for your clan mean." When?" I asked."Sooner is better. If I can get Principal Darnell to agree, it will be Friday afternoon. Can you get out of your classes?" Whitney and I both nodded."Better get back to your first period," Coach said dismissing us."You came up with new poems?" Ms. Streeter asked when she saw me in the.