He presses my face into the mattress, which is pungent with theresidues of countless past trysts and rapes by its Crip owners. His thighs press mine ...part, and he rears back and then thrusts forwardlike a blitzing linebacker. His cock slithers through my gaping, well-lubed sphincters and tunnels deep inside my colon. His thighs bangagainst me, and I collapse to the mattress. He is deep in my bellybefore his first lunge finishes. Pain obliterates all my other senses. His cock pierces me. Please!" What?" he asked."Would you, er..." she stammered."Would I what?" he asked"Would you fuck me? I know I said I don't care for sex? But I'm so horny? If you're going to keep me, please fuck me." Shit, Mindy! Your body is now a machine. I don't fuck machines. Especially sewage treatment machines!"With screwdriver, he removed the hinges that attached the top of the toilet box to the bottom and set it aside. Her wrists and ankles were still securely locked in place, and the many belts still. It had been a long day of traveling and sight seeing so it did not take long before we were both sleeping very soundly. We were only asleep for an hour when the guys next door started to get loud it sounded like a big party.I knocked on the wall several times which did no good whats so ever so I got dressed and went next door to see if they would tone it down a bit. I knocked at the door and was greeted by a large guy that had muscles upon muscles. I explained the situation and he told me. I can’t make out what he’s thinking, which makes me very nervous indeed. I’m worried I’ve made a real idiot of myself; I wonder if he’s going to ask me to leave. Maybe I’ve miscalculated horribly? Perhaps I’ve been a bit overconfident about the effects of my looks? I feel silly for wearing such a short kilt and the boots.It’s quite reasonable to assume he might actually be offended.My anxiety eases a little when he eventually pouts and nods and asks, “A gift, Miss Bloom?”Seizing the opportunity.