‘You dirty little whore, you act like you don’t want it.’ With these words I feel something wet on my asshole. Did one of them just spit on me? ...nd I realize what is coming next but in the same instant I feel his dick at my rear entryway. He is much more gentle than I expect, I suppose to save himself the pain. He inches in until he is as deep as he could possibly get and I can feel his hips against my ass. ‘Are you ready, slut? Tell me you are, tell me you want it.’ Over the lump in my throat. Her life was gone. She had reached the land of no hope and just as she was about to give up on her existence someone from her real life was coming here, coming back to see her. She couldn't help feeling excited.The house was a cookie cutter companion to all of the others in the large residential complex. The sign said Mesa Retirement Villas. Each yard was well manicured and yet a mirror of its neighbors. That sameness enabled the groundskeepers to maintain the properties with minimal effort. To. Similar statements from USW spokespersons only heightened speculation.Baron Westlake's publication of the recent Chencon dockyard activity was met with blank stares and statements that ships required routine maintenance. Naval affairs talking head experts pointed out that navies, particularly in peacetime, worked on a five year minor maintenance cycle, a ten year major maintenance cycle and a twenty year upgrade cycle. Talking heads who collected such minutiae dredged up the past records of. Before I flushed I called in the night nurse and had her verify that I had one so it could be put on my chart. My God, it becomes a major event when you can take a crap in a hospital. What is this world coming to?After everything was recorded on my chart by the nurse, and I was safely ensconced back in bed, I turned the TV off in case someone tried again like before.Monday morning arrived early and Fred showed up with a couple of my favorite morning pick me ups. Real coffee and two biscuits in.
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