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Trust
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
was fully dressed, I looked at Nancy's picture, my eyes streaming, and told her "I don't need you, bitch!" Cigarette number seven sizzled out against the flesh inside my arm, and I curled up, sobbing. The original plan at that point called for me to undress with six more fiery stops. I justified cutting straight to throwing everything away by the reasonable argument that I didn't want to use aversion therapy for taking such things off. Well, I didn't, did I? Trust Part 3: Know Thyself I made a hell of a mess in the bathroom, too. Cheap beer. I usually drink imports. This stuff was just supposed to put me under though. It did, but my system had sustained enough shocks that it decided poisoning was going just a bit too far. It was a good thing that the next day was Wednesday. I had one class, an upper-level course, and office hours, but that was it. I called the secretaries and told them I was sick. By midafternoon the hangover was mostly gone, the bathroom was reasonably sanitary, and I'd cleaned the broken glass out of the frame that held Nancy's picture. I was sitting in the kitchen, chain-smoking and morosely considering the consequences of using that hypodermic needle that was lying on the table, when the door rang. I thought about ignoring it, but it was probably the damn yard man. He wasn't worth a damn; he cleaned my yard whenever he needed money, not when the yard needed cleaned. So he'd done the leaves, finally, in January. Brilliant. Now he'd come and ...