My cock is dying for attention and you instinctively reach down and grab a hold of it and give a few rhythmic tugs. I hear a groan and realize it came...from me. I spin you around and you place your hands on the wall in front of you. You point your ass up at me. That's all the invitation I need as with one hand on your hip, and the other on my dick, I guide it inside of you. Slowly sinking inch after inch deeper and deeper in you. Filling your still quivering hole. With both hands on your hips,. The HD monitors, on stage and in the theater, showed the graphic close-up views of their naked and hairless bodies. Their penises and testicles swayed in the air. A burst of a colorless vapor flowed down from the ceiling, bringing them out of their unconscious states. As awareness crept into their minds, they began struggling in a frantic attempt to break loose from their invisible restraints. They saw each other in the ceiling monitors in front of them and their screams and struggles. I always felt that it was because they were already being prosecuted by others about there lifestyles and that this was just one more fight that they could only win on their own. They are a proud and noble lot. I look up to them for standing up for what they believe in. I can only hope that I carry half as much dignity as my friend did. (Again, for safety sake, I cannot mention a name.) However, there was one person that came there that will always remain in my mind and in my heart. She was a. He then spread my legs and lined his dick up with my pussy, he spoke sternly ‘I hope this doesn’t hurt too much, bitch!’ and at that he thrust into me.My eyes went wide and I screamed and cried from it, It had felt so weird, like now I almost felt complete…It didn’t hurt as much as It did when he first thrust in so I decided I would comply and make it the best I could, so I thrust my hips at him he then said ‘Awe, good slut, you learn fast!’I moaned from more pain than pleasure, it was still.