"That's how it feels to have a real man inside you," Sarah cooed as she watched intently the horny sodomy."Ahhh, fuck ... fuck me Ben," I squealed min...lessly as I humped backwards toward my friend. His balls slapped against mine as he plowed into me. Through my lust-crazed fog I could hear Sarah giggle. I knew she was getting off seeing me emasculated. But I was getting off too. By accepting Sarah's sordid commands, I was able to let myself go and enjoy something new. My entire asshole tingled. ILL LEAVE YOU BE NOW", again she thanked me and sort of apologised for being short with me, although to be fair i did stare quite a lot, she then offered to buy me another coffee, but i said i was o.k thanks.I went back to my table, She then got up and as she walked past me she smiled and said "I'D BETTER GO CHANGE MY TIGHTS"...i swear just the thought made pre-c*m dribble out of my c**k.I could only imagine her kicking off her coffee coloured heels, and hitching up her skirt and pulling down. We both came to NY to pursue our dreams; mine, as a reporter, writing for the Times and hers, composing music and performing. Mary was a talented pianist and although I wasn't a huge fan of Neo-Classical, her compositions both amazed and moved me. I wasn't alone in this opinion, as she had won a national competition, beating out several graduates of posh music schools, a fact that I enthusiastically center-pointed for my first piece sold to the Times, which perhaps helped smooth the way for my. I put the gift under my bed and waited until Christmas morning to open it. Before I went downstairs to be with my family on Christmas morning I opened the box. In it were 16 letters I had written, unopened, each endorsed with black Magic Marker, RETURN TO SHITHEAD.I was devastated and spent the rest of the Holiday vacation looking forward to going back to Boston to be with the BU Hockey team on the road. I got back 10 days before the rest of the students and spent my time with my intern duties..