It has to be. Or maybe you misunderstood or misheard or something.“Coming where?” you ask, hoping he gives you an answer which counters your low e...pectations.“To shower with me. Where else?” he asks, almost shocked by the notion that you would want to be anywhere but there.Your mind goes into a state of utter shock. All those fantasies you’ve had of him touching you, feeling you, pushing inside of you , are about to become reality. You can almost feel the serotonin in your brain being releasing. All this while the hydra-headed mob beneath us amuses itself in various ways: Singing songs, chiefly preferring those with a chorus; hooting dogs; and tossing small boys about on its top.As we look from the window, we see the mob below and before us. Far as the eye can reach towards Ludgate-hill oil one side, and Giltspur-street on the other, it is one mass of human heads. The very air is tainted with their odor -- and we can't help but smell it where we are. Katie, Laura and Charles are in. ." I tried to argue."No 'buts,' everything is prearranged. Just relax and follow me." Shetook my hand and urged me to go inside.Dark skinned woman with great looking curly hair was waiting for usinside. Amelia introduced her as Angela, and I was introduced as Alex.Angela invited me to a chair. "Don't worry sweetie, nobody will mistakeyou for a man when I'm done with you," she whispered and smiled to mereassuringly.Angela becomes busy with my hair. She studied my hair, rearranged it,turned it. ” He snickered, but said nothing. Laurel continued tojerk his cock with her breasts. “Please Brute?” He rolled hiseyes. “You have to wear a condom.”“Ok, fine,” he finally said, her persistence paying off. “We canuse a condom. Do you have one?”Laurel crawled over to her clothes and took one of her husband’sold condoms from a pocket. She opened the packet and pulled outthe white rubber. She unrolled the rubber and pushed it down overthe head of Brute’s cock. The rubber stretched wide apart.