He was all smiles, as he sat there in his tracksuit. 'You come here often?' 'Yeah. Just to use the boxing room.' I didn't look up again, focussing on ...inding my wallet, pulling my gear out bit-by-bit. 'Ahh cool. I love a bit of boxing too. My name's Chris,' He said, reaching out his hand. I returned the gesture. 'Andy.' What the hell did this guy want? A friend? I leaned back over my bag and continued my search. He, on the other hand, didn't budge. He stood real close, his groin near my face.. ” He told her, a moment later. He slid it into her mouth and sighed as he felt the moist heat of her tongue. “Suck it gently and I’ll warn you before I come.”“What does that mean?” she asked, turning her face to the side.“What does it mean when I come?” he asked, surprised at the question. “You don’t know?”“I’ve never done anything like this before.” She said. “You have to show me everything.”“When I come, a whole bunch of white stuff is going to squirt out.” He said. “It won’t hurt you at. ” She grinned at me. “I’m bored.”“There’re books over there.”“With pictures?” she asked, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement.I laughed. Rachael was mentally very agile. She had a brain working for her and it made her ever more attractive. I had no patience for dull companions.Checking my watch, I asked, “Are you hungry?”“No. I’m bored. I told you. Maybe you should practice using that listening thing you’re so fixated on.”I let out another laugh, smiled at her, set the book aside, and stubbed. He quickly tied me to the universal gym and, from somewhere nearby, grabbed more of that lube he had used earlier. Here I am, bound to the exercise equipment, totally helpless with my ass sticking up in the air, and Chuck and Ethan are laughing at my expense. Even Carrie had a big smile on her face. Ethan knelt down behind me and started smacking his heavy pipe on my back and ass. He then slid it down to my still-sensitive asshole and, when it was lined up, cruelly impaled me on his meat. This.