I didn’t need a second invitation, and wandered slowly into the most sexy boudoir you can imagine. There were photos of men with large penises adorn...ng the walls, a huge mirror on the ceiling over a circular bed strewn with cushions.My new friend had already poured two glasses of Champagne, “I can’t stand the modern idiom for Prosecco” she said, “This is the real stuff, which I brought back from my last trip to France.” Enough of the small talk, she pulled me onto the bed, and I sunk into its. ;)[5:56:50 PM] Black Stallion: well, i wouldn't want to leave you feeling empty...[5:57:01 PM] Black Stallion: i push my wet fingers against ur spread hole[5:57:14 PM] kevin6666: ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh[5:57:16 PM] kevin6666: you spread your legs[5:57:19 PM] Black Stallion: gently rubbing the rim, just barely penetrating[5:57:44 PM] kevin6666: cause you spread your legs, my ass moves downwards, pushing onto your finger[5:58:08 PM] kevin6666: fuck...[5:58:13 PM] kevin6666: FUUUCK[5:58:26 PM]. She looked up with bright and beautiful blue tear-filled eyes, as if asking me why people were so cruel?Understanding clearly her question and not knowing what to answer, I was shamed that what had happened had been in a neighborhood that I lived in, and I hugged her more tightly to me. Finally, getting control of my own emotions, I helped her to her feet and asked her if I could help her get home. I said, "Surely you will feel better when you're back in your own place with your family."It. A voice in the darkness, metallic and inhuman: “Hello,” it intones.“Where am I? Who am I?” My own voice is raspy. The words come, but I cannot identify their font. My memory remains elusive. “You are our plaything.”The voice sounds wrong. It sounds like it is made from a synthesizer, a word I know, but a word divorced from its meaning. “What?”Pain. There is pain radiating from my balls, pain that shoots to my thighs and back. The things stuck to me are hurting me. There is screaming in my head..