"We are nearly through, but I would appreciate an answer to the question I have presented."Susan's face flushed. Again, I was having difficulty readin... her. I believed anger was the overriding emotion, but her body language was betraying her."Fine, Frank. The answer is no, I have never been with another woman." Never kissed? Fondled? Hugged a little too long? Accidently brushed your hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples?"Susan sighed with a look of deep reservation crossing her features.. This causes my head to be tilted upward. As the words register in my mind a bright light is shoved in my face and the guys that came in earlier are asking me if I love getting my ass fuck. Other guys are adding comments like "this bitch likes getting fuck", "he is moaning like a bitch in heat", and "get picture of erect dick and tell me he doesn't like getting fuck." Jacob slowly releases his grip on my hair and head is allowed to go back to a normal position but he continues to give my ass a. The Eyes of the Hawk, they are sometimes called, or of the Wolf. When people look into my eyes I can see into their minds, and sometimes manipulate their thoughts. I was never conscious of this, I just seemed to always get my own way, and to understand people. That was until I met Amber. Amber was a new girl in our year twelve class, and one of the elite, whom a freak like me could never get near. She was also drop dead gorgeous, with long dark brown hair, the roundest tits I had ever seen and. I looked at the monitors. On the one, I saw a hooded figure standing outside the door of my wife's cell. She was still curled on the bench, her back to the camera, her clothes soaked from the waist down with the ooze from her brutalized asshole. On the other monitor, the crowd had grown to about a hundred. There was a line of about eight Enforcers in a ring around the pole, keeping the crowd back. Just like at a rock concert. My wife was going to be fuckin' famous. Fuckin' famous. I laughed at.