He got my body moving with his to match the thrusts.I arched backwards, holding the side of the bed and wriggling with each successive thrust.Moans of...pleasure escaped my throat as he increased his steady speed.Suddenly he stopped his movement for a while sending a wave from his body to mine making me arch my back furtherrising my breasts to his mouth.Then he started again while sucking my breasts and in faster thrusts entering in me deeper with each time. The stifled moans which came from me. .. and eventually, in the costume again. His protestations aside, he obviously enjoyed thoseopportunities. I didn't understand it then, but his demeanorbespoke something bordering on rapture.Mome even talked to him, and his mother, about signing up forreal lessons at the ballet studio.But eventually summer came, and he was soon gone.We met again in our sophomore year, when we started high school.But something had changed. We shared two classes our first year -English and Latin - and I had tried. "I'd had just enough to drink and I guess I must have been in just the right mood and so I told her. She looked at me as if I'd just gone mad."Me? Me and those guys?"And then she gave me a wicked grin; "Did I like it? Did they have big cocks? Did I suck them off? Did I let them fuck me in my ass? Do you want to take me home and fuck me, or can we do it in the car right now?" She reached across the table and took my hand, "Come on baby, we need to find some place to fuck and then we need to. I had come to Chicago in search forthe American dream. Desperate for a job, I had jumped on a freelanceassignment to go undercover and snap some photos in a club. Little did Iknow that the club was a front for a gangster called Pablo Gomez, who washead of a drug cartel.So anyway, some of his thugs caught me snapping photos, slapped me aroundand left in this dungeon chained and naked. I was petrified, to say theleast.About an hour later, the door of the dark dingy room opened and in camePablo.