I walk by very approving eyes on my way to a small lounge with a couple of couches and porn on a television, so I sit and pull off my towel and start ...o stroke my cock. guys walk by and stop stare at me rubbing myself. I get anxious and get up to walk around again. I notice an older guy (maybe 50-55) following me around, he is extremely well built, he is probably 6'2" 200. much bigger than me (5'8" 160). I finally find another room showing porn, this one much larger. I notice there is a small. So we quietly started watching the movie.All I could do was hold her hands and kiss on her palm and worry if anyone was looking at us. This continued until the interval. Once the lights were turned on, I saw several couples from nearby engineering colleges come with the sole purpose of kissing and fondle their girlfriends. Seeing that put me at ease.Then part 2 of the movie started. Now emboldened with the situation, I started freely caressing her boobs over the t-shirt and was kissing as if it. "Did you ever feel pressured or coerced to have sex with me?" I asked. "No, I wanted it even more times than I could get it." "Well, if there's ever a time when you don't want to, you can always say no; to me or anyone else. If you ever feel that anyone is forcing you to do anything you don't want to, you come and tell me. I don't care who it is." I was feeling very protective. Bobbie seemed comforted and didn't mention anything else for a few days.When the subject of Katie came up again,. With Rick in tow, I flicked on the light to the bathroom and caught myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my shoulders and knees were red. I quickly turned around and saw how raw my ass looked. I looked like I’d just been abused. “Look what you’ve done!” I yelled jokingly.“Hey man, you asked for it.” Rick replied. It was true. I certainly did ask for it. Over and over.I giggled again. “I know, and I’d ask for it a thousand times over.” I said with a wry smile. I slid open the glass shower.