How can I get out of this? I mean, you can't just say,and do something like that, and then say 'just kidding' right? I wasabout to get ass-pounded and...there was nothing I could do about it. Iwas nervous, scared, excited and yes, turned on...all at the same time.This was going to be a long night.As I was enthusiastically getting railed in...as luck would have it, theexact same bathroom stall that Tracy and Melissa were when I barked atthem so many months ago, I heard two voices chime in unison. Kroll thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.He was sick of Jain, sick of her toned body, sick of her constant aerobexing, sick of her dieting and careful weighing of every protein slab and carbonugget. He wanted a woman like Marilyn or even, dammit, bigger, rounder, curvier. He thought about jacking off, again, to her image, but decided he needed the energy for what he was going to do tonight. He carefully slid the magazine back into place and then pressed the telset back. I’m hoping at least two of the cameras get good angles.First the birds go silent. Then the pounding of running feet, first hers, then the trot of her companion’s. Then the breathing—hers and his. Hers is faster than normal—she must be sprinting. Fantastic. She’ll be sweatier, ruddier, which I kind of like.She rounds the corner to the straightaway, her long blonde hair in a tight, braided bun. An unobstructed view of her face—perfect. She pours it on. Her tight thighs, strong flanks, black. ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘Eerrr....?’ Peyton mumbled. ‘Confused? I guess, maybe like good. I mean. I feel good and quite well rested, but why are you here and why am I tied down and... wait, shouldn’t I feel scared or angry with you?’ ‘You don’t feel scared or angry?’ He asked. ‘What’s going on?’ Peyton returned the question. ‘Well you weren’t the flight or fight type of person anyway,’ he said, ‘yesterday you seemed kind of frozen.’ ‘Yesterday?’ She asked. ‘But that feels like... a.