He told me to open my mouth, and while it was he placed theother ribbon in my mouth then proceeded to tie it around my head, forminga gag.He then told...me to exit the cage, and walk between him and one of theother guys. The rest walked behind us, so that I was unable to try toescape.I was led down a long, dark, dank hallway, and into a room which lookedlike a court room. There was a bench in the front where another muscularguy sat.I was marched to the front of the bench and made to stand. She smelled fertile.I told myself that I was making it up. I knew that she was off the pill, newly receptive to my seed. Had that knowledge distorted my perceptions? Perhaps. But still, she did smell fertile.I placed two fingers on her mound, just at the point where the pad splits into lips. I rubbed her there, pressing firmly enough that her flesh moved with my fingers, lightly enough that the fingers didn't move across her hair. Touch, though, was no longer enough; neither was sight, nor even. She imagined it was his hands caressing her breasts. His touch made her knees weak, and she imagined his solid arms wrapping around her. Brian kissed her lips lightly, and Molly could feel his muscular chest pressing against her soft body. She pulled her face back, and could see his bright blue eyes sparkling like the water surrounding them as he told her how pretty she was. She rubbed his chest, and could almost feel the muscles tensing under her hands. Molly opened her eyes for a moment, and. He’d been single for the last 18 years and unless he found a similar female loser, he would remain that way. Sure, he’d been out on dates, but they all seemed turned off by his less-than charming personality and, well, his rotundness. Unbuttoning his work shirt with “Ricky” embroidered above the pocket, he grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser. Ricky worked dispatching dumptrucks at the local rock quarry. He started as a dispatcher, and after 32 years had not moved up in the company at all..