He sighed, turning on his stereo to help him focus on his studies. It wouldn't be so bad, he mused, if his mother's freelance writing paid well enough...for him to have a car. Then at least he could go out with some of his college classmates in the evenings.Some months later, when the bedroom activity had slowed down (but not lost any intensity), Ricardo left for a business trip. Sarah came home that evening carrying a box in a plain paper bag, a package Bobby recognized as the cover for the. I glanced over, now that I had washed out my eyes and could see again, and he was standing in the middle of the floor, away from the spray from the showerheads. He had his towel wrapped around his waist. "You want some help?" Sure," I said. I was startled by his offer, though. "Aren't you going back to the U-Twenty National Team?"Jesse chuckled. "I would if I could, dude," he said. "But I'm twenty- one now." Damn, that's right," I said. "Why don't you try out for the big one? Go for a spot on. Layer after layer with generous amounts lettuce, tomatoes, bell peppers and onions.I could only sit there staring in amazement she'd only been gone two minutes at the least. "I was about to ask, though now I know better."Sheila nodded as I saw her sit on the floor sitting back against the wall. Then I heard a whirring as she suddenly slumped. Even as I saw the light go out in her eyes I heard the whirring slow then almost stop. Now it was barely audible.Yawning I suddenly realized that I was. These manly men were getting tramp stamp tattoos for a small drink ofwater. Cutter couldn't believe his eyes.The person pounding his ass was a guy this time. He could feel the cockexpand as the load burst out to invade him. He'd lost track of how manytimes he'd been raped. At first it'd been easy to keep track of, butnow fatigue, dehydration and lack of food left him too weak to remainconscious. It was a small benefit to the torture he supposed. Beforethis if you'd asked him if he'd be.