"Hopefully that will send the right message" I thought to myself as I walked through the bathroom. I continued to the last stall in the row, but didn'... see any holes connected any of them. Just before giving up I spotted a suspicious looking metal panel on the wall of the bathroom in the last stall. With a firm tug it swung away from the wall on a hinge revealing a nice size opening in the wall to the Janitors closet. This is it! I cheered as I walked through the closet door pulling it shut. He started fucking me slowly like he probably did with girls, his cock slowly working further into my bumhole every time he bucked his hips towards me."I see what you mean about the smell, Jordan," he said. "It really fucking stinks once you get started."I sniffed the air and could smell it myself: the whiff of my own arse, quite different from his. His was a bit like dirty, sweaty underwear; mine was much meatier, more crude and pungent.It would never have occurred to me that him shoving it up. I think to myself how people either treat me as someone to be ignored or someone who can just ‘figure it out for myself’. However, the ones that give me the horrified look when I do open my mouth and must ask for help really set my brain to raging.After all, I didn’t ask for the body to betray me and be so fragile. If I had a time machine, I never would have allowed myself to be in that place when the accident occurred.I hate my prison.I hate my life.I work my way through my apartment. I bang. ”The older man laughed at her frankness and playfully slapped her ass cheek to let her know he was willing to make that concession but still intended to have some fun with that key asset of her anatomy.“Let’s get you down on your knees and see if you have mastered the simple rules of good oral “happy endings”.Sharon was not a mouth virgin by any stretch of the imagination but her forays into the field of tongue play was limited by her tender years. She had just turned eighteen and only started.