As he rushed away from the wall when he reached the ground safely, an arrow struck him in the back of his shoulder blade and Touken was forced to bite...his lip as he continued his pace in agony. He tasted his own blood on his lips as he made it to the safety of the woods. Using their cover he hid for days as the samurai searched for him to no avail.When they finally moved on to continue their search he pulled out the arrow, made a crude bandage with his torn clothes ripping them until they were. This past August as dusk fell apon the lightly wooded area at the changing rooms and picnic area just off the side of shore I found myself obsessed with pushing the limits of the men packing up, and the young men just starting the party. I layed on my back, chest arched up as if to cling to whatever sun remained to tan my soft bronzed skin, stretching the little bit of suit over my breasts. My boobs started falling out at the sides, my nipples so hard and pressed against the material that i. Now that friendships had change, we no longer supplied parts to them. The black market was the only place to find those parts.That stakeout had cured me of ever wanting to do it again. Ten 12 hour days in a row, to find that one of the guys who worked in the warehouse was smuggling them out in his SUV. Nothing exciting in that at all. He rolled right over, once he knew that he had been caught. Totally boring, so I put that idea on the far back burner.It took two days for the expert to determine. Anyway as we watched and as he kept his dick in me he saw that the man was not fucking her in her asshole like Bill was doing to me, that he was putting it in another place.Bill asked me if I could tell where his dick was going into her. I told him (I remember this clearly) I said that "it looked like it was going into her pee hole." He reached down in front of me between my legs as he kept slowly fucking me. I felt his fingers at my bottom and WOW! What a feeling I got when he rubbed me down.