"I don't believe I could take it," I said. "Wouldn't you like to find out?" he asked. "What are you trying to tell me? Do you want me to fuck him or s...mething?" I asked. "It's up to you," was his reply. "Okay, damn it, if that's what you want, I will fuck him. Would that make you happy?" "Okay, get him to meet us, and we will go from there," he told me. "Are you sure about this? He lives to far away to meet him anyway." "It's up to you. I'm game if you are?" I was sure it was a big bluff with. ...I awoke to a cold, very white room. My back rested on a metal table, much like an operating table. I was naked, and still horny, though also scared; my hands, ankles, and neck were all encompassed by metal, which held me down to the table.Oh, God, I thought, slightly delirious, I'm going to die. Perhaps an hour passed, and I felt I would go insane. The flat, white walls played tricks on my eyes and mind, making me think the room was shrinking and expanding all at once. To my surprise,. No - she wouldn't know how. "It's made me feel all... " She looked at me again, as if she had never seen me before. Her eyes got bigger or she moved closer. And closer. And then her lips met mine.I just sat still as she kissed me. You have to understand, Celia never kisses me. Well, no, I suppose on birthdays and so on, I get a peck on the cheek, but these days she never KISSES me. In fact she never kissed like that, even in the beginning.She was softly feeling my lips with hers as if trying to. She gasped for air, but sucked in more of his tongue. Her head twisted frantically to escape the questing tongue. Yet her racing pulse, her panting breath, and her dampening knickers told a different tale entirely.Her skirt had somehow risen all the way up to her waist revealing the telltale wetness of her knickers. Her knees were spread out wide in a very unladylike pose. The visible spasms of her ass cheeks were precursors of her slowly building orgasm.Harry woke up in a sweat. His cock was.