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That little prick. He’s always winding you up. After Innocence Where does he get off? Stupid, slathering, letchy arsehole. Fuck him. Why don’t they listen? They never listen. Their arrogance is so see-through. They don’t know anything. Why has this cunt pushed in, in front of me? No fucking manners. Why can’t she innocence mini just calm down for five fucking minutes? Dick. Keep breathing. Show him. Show them. Why are the decisions always on me? Why do they all fuck with me? They can’t fuck with me. Any of them. Panting, not innocence at what I'm doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your 'real life', in your head. The moronic letch who makes obvious comments about your private life. The treacherous 'married' who, adored by most, sidles up to you and would 'accidentally' brush his grey-slacked penis against your arse in the coffee queue, if only his gut didn't obscure it. The tedious spinsters who whisper behind their own cunt-stained fingers at the only girl Innocence Lost in the office who's 'getting any'. If only they knew half the truth. How this noise and chaos gets dealt with. How your muscles squeeze around my fingers when my palm delivers the searing, stinging relief you need, almost as much as the orgasm you know will follow. The rope grips your wrists. You pull against it. Not to test it, but to feel the pressure increase around the soles of your feet, and ankles, to which your wrists are bound. They were sounds she was familiar with. “Don't be late to class,” I said. It was a Friday afternoon when my parents took off in their caravan with my younger sister Sally for a long weekend. When the tip of Melissa’s tongue unintentionally made contact with his piss hole, John received the stimulus Innocence Lost he needed. Anita's juices were dripping into my nose and mouth and the their taste was driving me wild even though I was dead. No doubt she could do any of that and much, much more. She sucking it hard, feeling how it throbs and grow inside her mouth. "No!" Emily said. The 2 old men both stared as my tiny tits came into view. Some time passed before the wall gave way, the all too familiar crumbling of dust that she had hated so greatly now a sound she longed for; the chamber girl smirked to herself as she remained in the darkness of After Innocence her chosen corner, waiting patiently. When she returned there innocence mini was a brand spanking innocence new school house for her to teach in. And it had an apartment in the rear, so that she could live there with her children rent free. But it was too late. "Right", I say climbing out of the van, “where's them two lovely young girlies got to?". by TW, A.K.A. RatFink "Hey, look at me." “Sure, just hang on a second while I reduce the pressure.” Tears seeped from her eyes as she buried her face in her hands. “That was your first time wasn’t it,” she said.