Damn, I never should have opened my mouth!
I’m not sensing anything particular in my body right now except a constant ache that has no real source.
“Hum… so, you want to swear that all this s****l attention hasn’t turned you on? That you didn’t wish that Michael would have f****d you in the woods? Or that Ariel would have taken a whip to your ass? Or that you didn’t hope that Charlie would let the lot of us screw you when he removed the disk? Aren’t you just a little bit pent-up? Isn’t your crotch begging to be impaled, writhing on itself with unmet want? Tell me you’re not just a little disappointed that you’ll be going home rather than joining the orgy that will start the minute you leave here? You won’t be the center of attention any more. It’ll be just you and Charlie Nash at the end
