Though mostly French, films came from all over Europe, America and the world, some new, many old. New York had its art houses, but the relevance and t...e reverence of the projected films outdistanced anything I had seen in the City, profoundly effecting my appreciation for movies as art. Film became my favorite medium. Intellectual conversations, arguments as only the French can create, surrounded me once the film ended and carried onto the street. I rarely participated, but leaned in raptly. "That's right slut," he replied as he buried his hard throbbing cock deep inside me and reached under me grabbing my dick and squeezing it hard making me moan wantonly. "And what do you love slut?" I love your big cock Master," I panted loudly. I could feel the early signs of a climax building deep within my body and my legs quivered with excitement. I wanted to cum but I knew that the night had just begun and that relief was a long way off."Yes you do slut," he continued as he fondled my dick. The heat from the burning house had started the sap flowing down the trunk of the old maple. He had received the benefit of the old tree's last action. The sap kept his blood volume high enough so that his heart and lungs had something to work with. The medic had forced enough platelet packs into him that it kept him alive. It did something else, too. It gave Paul's liver enough time to adjust to the changed blood plasma. Some damned strange things were going on in his body.The next thing Paul. It took two weeks to recover from the severe beating they'd administered that night, but still Robert longed to be accepted into their fraternity.***One afternoon Robert was mopping the floors in the grocery where he worked, when he heard the low thunderous rumble of big bikes passing. He raced to the storefront window and watched as a huge pack of Satan's Pride rolled by, arms bent in tough curves to the handlebars of their customized machines, club colors stretched across their backs,.