On Vacation With SaraChapter 11
The mindless fucking went on for another hour; I would guess when Becca finally arrived. Only Jack, who had gone for the supplies hadn’t fucked me at least once. “Hey Terry, I got you this.” And she handed him several different colors of sharpie pens. “Great idea, Thanks Becca.” And with that he began to get creative and he and Tommy began to write every nasty thing they could think of on my body. People shouted out their ideas and some of their masterpieces included: “Cum Whore, Slut,...