Bruce seemed pleased as he continued to hold me down till it seemed as if I would throw up, then he would allow me to raise and get a breath and then ...ress down on my head again. My mind continued to flash back to the times I had done similar to Bruce with Charlie and Daniel watching. The three of them turned me into their ' objet de sex ' and continued to abuse me until I became submissive to their wishes. Bruce spoke to me softly ' ... that's the shyt Bitch. Get that dick all wet and slick,. He is golden in theafternoon sun, like a tormented statue of amber.? The classs tumbles to their seats as the airbecomes thick with lust.? jamie'sbreathing becomes laboured as he hears them and knows it will begin soon.? His cock twitches against its bonds and witha slight whimper he pushes his groin forward and thrusts out his smooth, meatypecs, as it offering himself to an unseen hand.?The room is frozen, silent but for the hot breath of thirty rock hardmen and one agonised boy.? Time seems. When Faith and Derek came out, I was leaning in what I hoped was an unconcerned manner against the handicapped-access railing, trying to look like everything was normal. Derek, likewise a casualty of underdeveloped physique, was regurgitated by the crowd quite quickly and came over to see me. "Hey. What happened? Where's your partner?" He's disappeared," I said. "He may have turned invisible."Derek blinked at my matter-of-fact tone."Where's yours?" I asked."Still in there somewhere," Derek. While waiting for the light to change, an frail looking old man on a yellow moped pulls up next to him. The old man looks over at the Ferrari and asks, “What kind of car ya’ got there, Sonny?”The young man replies, “A Ferrari GTO. It cost half a million dollars!”“Wheeewee ... that’s a lot of money,” says the old man as he tucks his thumbs up against his suspenders. “Why does it cost so much?”“Because this car can do up to 320 miles an hour!” states the banker proudly.The moped driver asks,.