Then it happened. We took an afternoon drive together and found a reasonably private spot where we could be alone. Within minutes we had sex in broad...daylight, in the front seat of my car. It happened so fast that I’d have to say that we didn’t make love, we just had sex. I’ve learned, now that I look back on my experiences, that I have never been a lover. Things happen too fast with me and I cannot truly satisfy a woman that way. That day, we simply ended our curiosity about what it would be. I did enjoy a substantially higher carnal awareness of her, but as a passive entity. But that's the other story that I mentioned earlier. This is the story of her second meeting with Mr. Hyde.The intensity of my focus on her now at ten, I grasped a breast and found my way to her pink nipple. I can't see it now, but I remember its color from the previous night and, as I feel it between my finger and thumb, I use that memory to assist in hardening my prick. With my other arm -- the one connected. I lick them, tease them, lightly graze my teeth over them. He shudders and says my name hoarsely. I move back to his thick, stiff prick and take the whole long shaft into my mouth. I feel him at the back of my throat and try not to gag. I suck hard all the way up, my cheeks hollowing with the effort. At the very tip I lick the slit. He shudders again as I take him back into my mouth. He grabs my hair, hard, and bucks his hips once, twice. He shouts and cums, filling my mouth with his hot semen.. As they stood in their nakedness I tried to reason with them...they cut me off and told me what was gonna happen. 'You lost a bet that you made, we gonna collect and make your dreams come true. First you gonna get down on your knees and suck all our dicks, than we gonna fuck the sh-- out of you till you really know what it's like to be a fuck boy in jail.' I started to try and back away, the one closest to me took hold of my arm and some how or way knocked me to my knees. I was there on my.