' However, it does take a community to hang on to civilization."The buzz started again. A few people came up to talk to us or went to talk to Dad. We ...alked to folks but tried to remain watchful. I figured that this could turn into a volatile situation.One guy came up to us eyeing Pat with lusty eyes. He looked like one of those about who stories are written by people who don't know the south There really are a few. He talked to Pat's chest ignoring me. He said, "We don't need all that crap.. There was another door that was then opened and I was pushed inside a similar room. “Ok slut stand here” the one guy leading me said. I pleaded “Please, I am sorry. I didn’t know the machine did that”. “Rules are if a slut partakes in the activity’s she is open season” one guy said. “Yeah we paid good money to be here and we follow the rules” said another. “Please” I begged again but the men started talking among themselves. I stood there hoping something would save me, praying something would. I lifted my bum off the bed as she slid my shorts down my legs. Once they were off she then took hold of the waist band of my boxers and proceeded to pull those down, revealing my cock.It was the first time she had seen it since I was a small boy. For the next few seconds I just lay there and Mum just looked at my cock, nothing was said. She then reached out and took my cock in her hand and lent down a little to get closer. She tried to move the skin using her finger and thumb by pinching the. ”“And I have never actually deflowered any virgins,” a strange-looking man said in a very smooth voice. It was difficult to make out the man’s features because he seemed to be totally covered in a thick, black oil. “I am Orang Minyak,” he continued. “For those of you who do not speak Malay, that means ‘Oily Man.’ I am telepathic. I go into young girls dreams and give them what they secretly desire. For most, that is meeting a beautifully handsome man. In their dreams, I am that man, and I.