Her face was so beautiful in all that pain and pleasure. I held her hips and started to pump again. Slowly she began to match my thrusts. She stopped ...nd once again slid all the way down on me. I was amazed she could get it all in her. She was so tiny, and yet, all of it. I was ready to cum already.She stopped for a moment and sat still on top of me, with my cock completely buried inside her. She said she could feel my cock throbbing inside her. She could tell I was ready to cum. I told her yes. He pulled out once, before thrusting violently into her again. His hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her up to him, turning her face to kiss her as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight cunt. “Fuck, Aiden, your huge!” she cried out. It wasn’t his ego he was interested in stroking at the moment he thought as he thrust into Rebecca. Her moans, and pleas of “More”, and “Harder” were all the encouragement he needed to fuck her proper. He flipped her over, her hips on the edge of the desk. He. He had gone with her.In fact, he had insisted that they go. She did not want to. Their research styles were complete opposites. She was an observational sociologist. She believed that one could only study a culture from a distance. Any contact with the group being studied would interfere and change behaviors. Therefore, you would be studying something artificial.Hal called himself an immersion sociologist. He said that you could only really understand a culture by becoming part of it. . There were water and soft-drink bottles scattered about, and there were sandwich wrappers on the floor near the trash can. There was even a microwave oven in the room, though there was no evidence of it ever having been used.We knew from this room that we were on to something, but we did not yet know what that might be. The next room we checked turned out to be a toilet, not too clean, but serviceable. The next room had six metal cots, and four were occupied. Aha! We were definitely finding.