“I have ... problems. This isn’t going to work”. “We can work this out. What kind of problems?” I was getting into problem solving mode now, seeing things from the third-person abstract, which is a kind of defensive mechanism I have when there are too much emotions floating around. “I ... don’t like people touching me” she said. Right, I’d noticed that. Finally, after oral two years of friendship, I’d noticed that. “Any other problems?” my mind was full analysis-mode now. “No, but that’s a pretty big problem!” Zoe was getting animated a bit now. “Is _anyone_ allowed to touch you, Zoe?” the problem part of my brain treating this like it was a programming exercise. “Eh, my parents, and, eh, my sister...” Zoe trailed off. I filed the fact that she had parents and a sister away for future reference. “That’s a pretty short list” I said and whistled. “So what does it take to get on this list?” “Well, loving me is a good start!” Zoe was almost bouncy again. We smiled weakly at each other again. I took a deep breath. “Zoe, can we be boyfriend girlfriend?”. She nodded shaved enthusiastically, her smile widening and her eyes twinkling. Just then there was a knock on our door. Outside in the corridor the noise was rising. It was Friday night and people were off to the night clubs. Zoe called out “come in!”. The door opened a bit and the girl who had checked on Zoe before during the Painting Throwing Incident looked in. “Zoe, amateur Hardcore eh,...” she looked from Zoe to me, unsure “I’m sorry, we haven’t been introduced!” I wasn’t looking at Zoe but I knew she was rolling girlfriend her eyes. “Gemma, this is Twain.” Gemma and I were looking at Zoe now. “Are you scared?” A moan escaped from deep within her as her best friend’s daughter began dutifully lapping at her dripping, sloppy amateur slit. Both Alice and Jenny laughed at Hardcore the way they were dressed, but neither of them cared oral they were showing so much. Her hair was short, styled in an inverted bob, a natural dark brown and she wore shorts and t shirts all the time. He turned to Anna, picking the hammer up to hand it to her girlfriend while she gave him the gun. I initiate the second half of my plan and she remains locked there shaking off the brutality of what she had just endured. I'm dressed and made up as a girl and swallowing a strange man's cock while the two people I care most about watch, or I think they're watching. Glenn loosened his tie then squirmed in his chair as he made the pretense of reading over the report. 'Are you so sure of yourself' she said taking a few steps back. Most of the homeless were harmless, but it might not be true when they had taken drugs. I was bad again. She whimpered in delight then sucked hard. He couldn’t open his mouth yet, but if he were able to, it would open on a bloody gumline where several of his teeth had previously stood. *Nice to meet you Sandy." Yes Ma’am, I am how can I help you? I follow the pillars!” I rose, my anger burning through him. and gasped. She bit her lip in anticipation and she started to pull the boxers over the top of his bulging cock. “Ashley please don’t stop. "Wanna fight, huh?" he murmured, squeezing the flesh of her wrists as he held them to her pillow. It felt so good. My wrists are stretched backwards and must be secured to the headboard. My orgasm peaked as she ripped her girl-dick out of me. I panted, feeling her cum pooling inside of me. I smiled, staring at my distorted reflection in the stainless steel plumbing. My right hand throbbed. I began a sloppy eating of this foul mouthed vixen. After dancing about Johano's unconscious body he declared that the boy was going to die. His presence was overbearing like that of a beast, the air around shaved him felt hot and heavy as his body towered above me. I resigned and sat watching the flashlight’s bulb, waiting to be blinded and laughed at again, when suddenly with a thud, it dropped from his hand.