It’s not that I wouldn’t do my duty if called. I was just never soldier material and really preferred not to be one. No offense to those who are m...re suited. But I also was not a war protester, as you know was common back then.”Ken seemed satisfied, so I marched onward—pun intended.“So I applied to various colleges and chose Temple in Philadelphia. I grew up and lived right outside the city, so I could commute instead of living on campus. Plus, Temple had a great music program. So, in the fall. Bad move, on my part.As I was about one cell from my own, I was taken from behind into the cell; by force.I was shoved to the ground and my cell and his friends; were standing around me.I stared at them with intensity and fear.The black guy pulled his cock out and smirked at me.“Suck my dick bitch,” He said.“Fuck off,” I quickly said.“What you say, bitch,” Hernandez said, and his mate punched my face.“Suck my cock,” The black guy said, again.My reply was to spit on the ground.WHACK! WHACK!. My senses are in overdrive, my heart racing as they explore my body. Rob's arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly as I gyrate my hips to meet Christie's tongue but his fingers are pulling and twisting my nipples, giving me more pleasure than I thought possible.I'm holding onto Rob's arms when Christie's tongue circles my ass for the first time. Her hands are resting against my thighs when I feel Rob's fingers sliding down to make contact with my clit. "That is one sexy sight," Rob. 'OK, I'm ready' he shouted out.Lucy stepped in, threw her hands up to her mouth and shrieked. The room was littered with dozens of cushions. Candles spread all around cast a tint of gold over them. He had painted the room a dark red to cover the damp, and lit incense sticks to cover the faint remains of the smell. On the floor lay a trail of red rose petals leading to the biggest of the piles of cushions and spread all over the top of them.'This is...this is....amazing.' She was taken aback.