Swiftly I slip back into that disorienting delirium of endorphin high, sensory overload, unbelievably intense arousal and obsession-indulgence. If I thought the friendless emptiness of my being was receiving extreme fulfillment before, that fantastically perverse gorging is a dieter’s celery snack compared to this gourmand’s smorgasbord. If only Debbie could be here drilling me too I’d consider this initiation impossible to improve upon.
Of course I’m still pathetically naïve.
Who knows what even more compelling degradations might still be in store? Surrounded by abusers as I am, my head now dangling almost straight back off the side of the bed as my gullet in relentlessly plunged, all I can see by blinking clear my teary eyes is the crotch of the girl currently f*****g my inverted face.
