Oh God, please don't make me. I'll suck your dick, I'll do whatever you want, just please don't fuck me, it'll hurt so bad, please." He couldn't do it... He just couldn't do it - it was one thing to lie there and take Kyle r****g him. It was another thing entirely to open himself up, press back and offer his virgin hole up to the big man. He clenched his opened asshole, sobbing uncontrollably. If he did this, if he let Kyle fuck him, that would be it. He would be the prison bitch. God only knew. ..piercing and focused on what I want. You.For the next hour or so we set about our respective routines. Treadmill, rowing machine, cross trainer, weights machines and free weights are all used with full power. Our sweat levels gradually increase. Eye contact becomes more regular and there is even the odd touch of flesh as we pass each other in some of the tight spaces. You notice my bulging biceps and quads that are now drenched in sweat. My cock is throbbing slightly at the thought of taking. "Oh yeah! My name is Maeven, but everyone just calls me Mae." She offered a delicate hand for a shake and I took it. My hand wrapped almost completely around hers and I had to be careful not to squeeze too hard.As I met her gaze I forgot about asking for her phone number, but instead felt an overwhelming sadness welling up. It had just dawned on me that after we left that plane we would probably never see each other again. Phone number or no, I wouldn't be in Tucson for much longer anyway so. ) Then I got my long coat it came past my skirt by about 5 inch. We got in to the car and was there in no time. As we got to the place there was 6 car's there so we went in and Stan meet us at the door and opened it for me. When we got in 5 more guy's where seated at a table so Stan took us over to them and introduce us to them. They where John ,Mike ,Steve,and Trot and Ben we knew already and they all where black guy's. Mike took a seat at the table as Stan took me over to the bar and should.