Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * ... * * * * * * * * * CHAPTER FOURThe GasmanArnold Lamplighter, known in the trade as The Gasman, lived in a rather exclusive area adjacent to Chalfont Saint Giles, about a forty-five minute ride and a couple million pounds sterling from the east side of London. He had sounded a bit surprised when I called and said I had an urgent need to speak to. A frustrated, grating cry climbed to her molars when she couldn’t dislodge it. Her thighs tensed, desperate to close, to protect her most private parts, and through it all, her back still stung enough to keep the tears steadily rolling down her cheeks. She lifted her head, shaking it in a frenzy when the prospect of being raped by him hurt too much to think about.Rational thought still existed in his current mental state, but only when it supported his primal hunger. He took a moment to soak in. Right? Right.So when she said she wanted me to slide in there with this other guy I thought??yeah? that sounds HOT!? It was what she said she wanted me to do after that that gotmy attention in a way that I?m still not sure I understand. Infact? I?m poking the bottom of the laptop right now just thinking aboutit. She said that she wanted us both to fuck her at the sametime and then, when her ?toy? was about to cum, he was to pull out and coverher pussy with his load. Sounds good to me! Then she. Two hooks are placed inside my nose pulling it up, making me look like a pig. They place pig ears on top of my head and collar with a bell around my neck. A man draws hearts around my nipple and writes Public toilet across my stomach.A cock is presented to me. I instantly begin sucking on it. I can hear the jeers and heckles from the other man. Someone puts clamps on my nipples and I moan around the cock. He cum in my mouth.“ Come on, show us you little cumdump,” goads the man behind the.