Up an inch, down, up then down, as my body lurched from the hard thrust from behind me.My hands pressed to the wall, clutching the edges of the bricks...as if I prevent my falling if he let go of me. I feel my pants and panties bunched around my ankles. The man’s knees pressed into the back of mine, the roughness grinding into my own knees touching that rough brick, all the while her pumped into me.His long, hard strokes sent agonizing shards through my guts, like shards of glass cutting along. It was exhilarating to 'see' the ground rushing by beneath us.The clear area the 'Net' had given us, the term the suit used to refer to the computer back in the cavern and the network of piggy backed satellites and communication systems, was north of the Austin Creek State Park, buried deep in the tangled hills and mountains between Walbridge Ridge and Vulture Ridge.I spent five hours running, jumping and rolling at first. I probably looked like the worlds strangest gymnast doing a floor. With that said she is 45 years young has a banging body, long blonde hair, all natural 44DD breast with large perky erect nipples and she loves to dress sexy, some might even say sluty and she has an endless supply of high heels, stockings, lingerie and short, skimpy and see through clothes. She loves dressing up real sluty with her hair and makeup done and she has really long red finger nails. This story all took place a long time ago when we first started this lifestyle. To back up a little. She was damp from the fog and shivering in a doorway. From the look she was homeless and if she had not started she would be another street walker within a week. I stopped and she looked up frightened until she saw my uniform. I sighed, "where is your family?"She bit her lip, "dead sir."I thought of the dead girl laying in the alley and held out my hand, "come with me."She hesitated before stepping out of the doorway and taking my hand. I continued home and led her in and up to my rooms. I.