When I entered the toilet I saw that it was quite small with three urinals opposite the door and one closed off cubicle which had the door closed. So,...I moved over to the urinals and stood in the middle one, unzipped my trousers and carefully pulled my erect cock out and started to stroke it slowly letting the previous feelings build back up again. I was standing there enjoying the sensations that I know most guys have felt before when suddenly I became conscious that I ‘wasn’t alone’. I looked. .don't cave, I start moving faster, slamming onto her pleasure spot repeatedly, my balls slapping against her sensitive nub, her stomach muscles tense, no...no...no...NO! She grips the sheets and screams, trying to pull away. " John," She cries. Her inner most muscles contract around me as I continue. Her breathe catches in her throat and she lets this feeling take over, her body stiffens and bows. She caves, cumming hard on the cock of the man who raped her. Her legs trembling and she is about. I could tell she was feeling a little uncomfortable and then I could feel my erection growing and forming a bulge in my jeans which I could tell she could feel.She quickly decided that it would be better to sit on the chair next to me and moved off of my lap, I could feel my face flush red as she glanced down at my highly visible bulge as I prayed for it to go down quickly.I stammered as I tried to carry on explaining about her computer and as she leaned forward to look at the screen, she. A guy from behind grabbed my hair pulled back hard and nipple clamps were attached to my nipples. They tightened continually, pain, but exciting. My ass cheeks were being repeatedly slapped by many different hands, the sting, burn and expectation of what might be coming brought me to a wonderfully strong orgasm. Someone noticed it, ran his hand along my inner thigh and shouted, the bitch loves it, she's coming. he then shoved his fingers in my pussy and thrust after thrust, while another was.