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She had taped over one of her name tags, that she only showed when the boss was gone. She vaguely looked like the real deal, with the wildly curled hair, the blond hair dye job, pronounced boobs and a plush body, accentuated by a faux French tinged manner about her. She got really good tips from the guys, not so much from the women customers. Tracey wasn’t having anything to do with Tyrone at this time, but somehow got roped into a date with one of his cronies. He had been there at the first party and had plans for her that night, too. When they arrived, she saw Tyrone off in the corner looking very smug and right after that she fell to the floor unconscious from a bop on the head with a whiskey bottle handled by her date. He rushed to inject her with a bonus amount of H. before she could rouse up, and after that it was off to the races with a total fuck job on her for the rest of the evening, accompanied by repeated injections. Some girl even took pictures of the highlights of the evening. One of which was with her being triple penetrated in all of her ‘love’ holes. But, there was no love in this, no pity either. A couple of the girls got her home, because the guys didn’t give a fuck as whether she made it or amateur not. The next day, she asian came lick in looking rather bedraggled again and the boss, insisted on fucking her to start the shift, and that did Hardcore nothing to improve her demeanor, nor her appearance. She had a shitty evening and ‘Bridget’ noticed it. When they got off shift, Bridget invited Tracey to come home with her to rest up. And since she didn’t want to face her cranky aunt again, she relented and rode home with her. When she got home, Bridget made some tea for babe them and they sat down to talk about things. Tracey was having a very bad time of it that night. The raping, the drugs, the ‘shitiness’ at the job and her life in general had her near rock bottom. And she was feeling a new sense of bodily malaise that she couldn’t account for. Bridget guessed what that was and suggested to Tracey that she had a cure for that. So, Tracey relented to this also. Tracey indian started to freak out when she saw the hypo, but was desperate to feel better and so watched carefully the process as it unfolded. And when the hit landed, she felt a euphoria like never before in her life. She was floating on air for about fifteen minutes and then landed to a stable feeling of being okay after that. She knew right there and then that she would sell her soul to repeat that feeling of freedom from then on. Bridget promised to supply the means, at a price!!! Somehow, Tracy’s aunt found out about the parties and then the drug habit. She was outraged at all of this and just couldn’t think of how this ingrate girl could have been induced to stoop so low. So, when Tracy came home, she found her stuff in cardboard boxes in the rain on the deck and the locks on the house changed. No amount of banging on the door would get a response from inside, either. And then, after helping Susan put it on, I smeared some lube on the business end of the strap on. “That's fucking right!” Stefani hissed in my ear. I would indian make this lesson so inspiring for them. “I don’t think so man, I might just go home. She looked at Cindy and said “Well, we were just changing to suits so why bother?” Jealous of me to be with a hot girl.” I heard the office girls saying: “…walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things…” Johnnie’s mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his tongue wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breath hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very quiet along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn’t have taken off my panties I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the girls were amateur right: “…it was just the start of things…” I was a good girl but my body was being bad…his breath on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to “fuck” me…there was that word again. God, my little sister was so fucking sexy. My eyes opened to see Clint's dark hair between my thighs, my naked breasts rising and falling as he kissed down babe my thighs. He waited until we both had fresh beers to answer my question, “When? It took about 15 minutes to get to the ABS. Once they left the restaurant, Donny was driving back to their dorms and Marie put her head in his lap. Despite how shy and reluctant she appeared, she had been anticipating getting fucked by her brother and was probably disappointed when she saw me enter the house with him. I wasn’t religious, but it didn’t feel right to not leave some kind of marker. They were laughing and cheering as I heard group of guys grunting and growling like animals. “It’s a dirty word, Mr. Emerson.” He chuckled. Then asian sitting back down, I started to read the newspaper, as I didn't want to risk another case of her seeing me looking at my porn. I can tell she was about to get it on. After all, it was the late 1980’s, early 1990’s and we were inspired by legendary television and definitely legendary music. It was sticky with lick her juices and the spilled medicine. “Oh, damn, Mom.” Me fucking your face. I realized we've somehow been thrown into all this together and I'd never really talked much to this guy. But after years of trying, I had reluctantly learned to live with the fact that I couldn’t. She turned off the water, slid the door open and stepped out of the shower, reached her hand back and escorted me to the dimly lit room around it. One at a time until you are much older.” Hardcore “MOM? I feel guilty.” This is an actual account of mine that happened 10 years back, I.e. when i was 23 years old.