Touch me and stuff." Oh," I frowned."He wanted to touch my dick, see? And I don't have one and I was trying to make him stop, but I didn't want to say...anything." Right." He ... I don't know. He got his hand inside my jeans and touched me," Ronald cleared his throat. "And so he knew, but he thought I was a girl. So he called me a dyke bitch and stuff like that and he hit me. He hit me a lot and..." I'm sorry, Ron," I held him close and he was crying softly." ... and, yeah. Then I didn't know,. His addict!The time spent at this computer memorializing our first successful attempt at 'fisting' Ron's ass has caused my vagina to begin leaking again. There is a wet spot spreading on the chair fabric. I can see it just beyond my pubic hair. My clit is so hard and tender. I should have placed a towel under me.Ron has been reading the screen and breathing down my neck and petting my tits. How he manages to stay hard like this is a mystery. If we had a web cam, I would show you just how HARD. I was ready for a cuppa, but not in as much need as Jen, who was dripping with sweat from fucking back at me, but was still smiling triumphantly. She did have to take a few gulps of tea before she could speak audibly; all the moans, squeaks and orgasmic screams had affected her vocal cords.“How many did Vee manage?”“Men or orgasms?”“Both!”“Well, if I remember rightly, she only actually got fucked four times that night, but then we were out dancing and didn’t get back to the flat until the small. He told us that it was up to us if we wanted to report it to the police, but we had better hope they caught him, or he would come back and kill us and our families.He was gone before either of us realized it. I tried to get a license number, but was unable to as he sped off. Sucheta and I were both still naked as we discussed what to do. She was sitting on the edge of the couch as I came over to her, telling her how sorry I was that this had happened.She smiled and said, “It’s not your fault,.