“Ooh yeah, tear it up, nigga. Beat that shit up like—AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”Out of nowhere, excruciating pain shot through my ass, a... Chris began pounding me harder and faster than I’d EVER been pounded before! I screamed in agony as he tore into me. The pain so intense that I was forgetting where I was. The only thing that existed was that giant cock brutally raping me. Now he was screaming at me, shouting profanities as our flesh slapped together with wet, nasty smacks.“YEAH!. "I turned to look at a picture of an ancient fireman carrying a child out of a burning building, "they call me a Pyromancer. I control fire with my mind."I looked at them and the captain shifted, "you read minds?"I shook my head and smiled slightly, "just fire. I had a friend when I was younger who could. He said all adults think about is sex. He used to say they thought about it every minute of the day. He called them sex fiends."She grinned as the others laughed, "next time put on a suit or. "So how's the home-made wine article going? You seem remarkably engrossed, I must say." This last remark was made with a mischievous smirk, as she was staring at the large mound which had appeared in my shorts. "I never imagined a man could get turned on reading about wine."I turned the page, to be confronted by a large colour picture of a couple in an expensive foreign convertible. Its hood was down and the front seats had been reclined. The male driver had thrown his head back in apparent. The manager took one look at you and just knew that wasn’t going to work. A skirt down over your knees and a top that is completely shapeless. I don’t know where that look is going to work …”I thought that was harsh and rude, but … on reflection later, I knew she was right. The image I was projecting was still the old, conservative, safe attitude I was brought up with. I went back to my cheap, run-down apartment and dug through things to my little closet until I found the clothes Cheryl help me.