I hear his door open and he knocks on my door and I quickly spring to my feet and unlock the door and he pushes his way in. We are both about the same...size with him being younger in his twenties and me in my forties.He is much stronger and more muscled up and he tells me to take off my pants and that he wants to fuck my white ass! He is wearing no under wear and is a Middle Eastern man from Jordan. His dick is rock hard between 9-10 inches of throbbing muscle and he wants to fuck my virgin. She would have fought back, and would have won too. But she knew where he was taking her. The padded room for "naughty" girls. He opened the door to the padded room and threw her inside. She landed on her back and gave a subtle laugh as he took the straight jacket from the wall and tackled her. Back in the old days it took seven men to get it on her. She was letting him put it on. After it was all tied and clipped, even a few clips for her tail, he took a step back. She was on her knees and. I curled my lips in over my teeth, and wrapped both fists around the same part of his pulsing shaft. Incredibly, with both hands I could actually encircle him, fingertips touching, barely.It was time to test my idea. Exerting all my strength on the steel-stiff-staff, I plied it to my covered teeth like a crowbar, groaning hornily as I punished my plumb bottom lip, wrenching and twisting, and torquing the tool against my jaw.There was no dramatic pop, nor sudden unhinging of joints, just a rush. * * * Chapter 3 Walter came to enjoy their ‘chats’, a new word coming into vogue as the wartime vocabulary crossed into general usage. When he had first come across the word in France, ‘chats’ were the lice that thrived in the conditions of the trenches. When the soldiers picked through their uniform looking for the insects and gossiped amongst themselves it was called ‘chatting’. How long ago was it? It seemed a lifetime but was only a couple of months. Walter had endured weeks of operations.