The door shut behind us and he locked it. His hand grabbed the straps to my book bag and pulled them off. He dumped the bag where I normally put it."D...n't scream and don't turn around." The Stranger said deeply in my ear. I thought his voice sounded familiar, but I was too scared to try and think of how I knew him. I struggled against his hand that closed over my delicate waist."Damn it Charity. Hold still." He rasped in my ear. I did know him, or he at least knew me. I was frightened as he. “Suck me clean fag”, I ordered. Riley again swallows down my dick, still about half hard. With his magical tongue, and working up his spit he cleans my dick of his ass slime, jizz, and snot to a squeaky clean. Finally satisfied, I push him back, and kicking the door open, order him to 'get out'. Riley giggles and exits the stall. As I stand up and pull up my moto pants, I notice the large puddle on the floor. LOL—I guess he got off too. We walk out together, noticing the two still in the. It was a good thing, too, or all of the atmosphere on the station would have been vented into space.The object was surrounded by several squads of Marines, taking cover behind planters and the raised barriers, their rifles trained on it.“Hold!” Vasiliev ordered, and the column came to a stop. I leaned over, looking past the recruits in front of me as he ran over to one of the Marines. They talked for a moment, then Vasiliev came back, waving his arms at us. “Get back, get back. This one hasn’t. – Listen, why don’t we visit a museum? – Vicky asked.– Yeah, it’s a good idea… We went to the museum, looked around, had a snack a couple of times, even got lost. Then we found ourselves in a small room which was being left by the visitors too quickly and with strange expressions on their faces. Something was wrong with it. When we entered a young museum guide met us. I could feel that my friend got aroused. She was wearing a light close-fitting sweater which revealed two beautiful breasts and.