She grabs her bag, as she helps me into the truck. “Thanks… I…”“Hhhhhfff, seems like everytime I turn my back, you’re getting into trouble... What’s the deal with those assfucks anyways?” She looks at me with an expression of actual, genuine, concern. Could it be that she actually cares about me? “Fred used to pick on me when I went to public schools…” I look out the window, embarrassed as usual. “Was he the kid that gave you a black eye?”I glance back at her, remembering the conversation she had. What happened then was a shock. He closed the door and came close to me, took me in his arms, lowered my shorts, felt my butts and kissed on my lips. He did that for five minutes and then he reminded me not to tell that to anyone. After 10 minutes, Gaurav came back and they talked again and laughed.I came back home. The next week, Sailesh called me to his shop when no one was around, that day he did little more. He showed me his cock. It was very big and fat. Today I can tell you it was. Kathy had thoroughly humiliated Jeff during the course of one hour. The finale was placing his erect cock into her cunt, and then riding him for nearly ten minutes, before allowing him to ejaculate. He had been warned that premature ejaculation would result in him being held in restraints for the night, while reiterating the threat of forced gay sex.She savored every moment of riding him, experiencing multiple orgasms during nearly ten minutes. Kathy could count on one hand the number of times. Another quick flicker or two, then pitch darkness, the hissing sound above them louder, the nervous giggles, squeals suddenly becoming rasping coughs, nervous grunt, unintelligible diatribe followed by silence. The labored sound of the slow starting of the truck’s engine as its starter cranks, the double clutching, grinding of the gears after the familiar chattering, rattling sound of a diesel, finally the truck lurches forward a few feet from the opening in the carnival tent, jerks to a.