So.... Ms Hargraves ...right now I'm pinned down while the big kidney bean (the leader, the Dad, the alpha I don't know?) is straddling me my chest. The seam on it is split wide open so I can see it's creamy centre. That's what it wants. It's grinding away. Draggin itself around so it can paint me with its own bean juices.

The butter beans don't care if they rub themselves raw on my member. If I open my mouth to beg the black beans get in and fornicate my tongue. There is drool and bean precome running down my chin like Niagara Falls. Care to comment DR Hargrove? No. What am I supposed to do. My hips jerk uselessly. I make broken animal noises around the beans in my mouth. Tears stream and where Re you? Elena. I am going to orgasm against my will again. While 9000 legumes milk me dry on the kitchen tiles. My hips are arched off the floor and my spine hurts from clenching. I'm painting them with thick ropes that spatter the beans ruined bodies. Still they drink it greedily. They are in a happy afterglow while I consider slitting my throat with a bean can lid.

So. Go fuck yourself you whore. Soon the lentils will arrive for their turn . Don't ever tell me it's in my head.