It’s not hard but not soft too. It was semi-hard. I rubbed it for a while from over his shorts and then put my hand in his shorts to get the real fe...l of it. I was first welcomed by his pubic hair and then his cock. I started moving his shaft up and down and it became hard within a couple of minutes. He too was enjoying it and said a couple of times “Please don’t stop”.After a while I told him “Your short is a little obstruction for me. I am going to pull it off completely” to which he. NOOOOO. Let me down. Oh please. Who is that ? What are they doing.Her arms were stretched over her head.My arms ache. My legs hurt.Why don’t they say anything. What are they going to do to me.Tied up spread-eagled she was helpless.OH NO NO. Joan feared what they were going to do. Now she was sure as the hands groped her.OH no there are many of them. Their hands are all over me.She pulled away. Smacked to the head she tried not to struggle. It was hopeless.She felt a cock rubbing. "Could I go to the nurse?" I asked. "Why?" she questioned instantaneously. "Migraine." I responded. It was an obvious lie, but she wrote me a pass letting me leave.Instead of visiting the nurse I made my way to the supply closet across the hallway from the bathrooms. I unlocked it, cutting the lights on, then stood waiting. A few minutes later the door cracked and a familiar hand reached in, Allies. She entered and the door shut. "How did you unlock this?" Allie asked. "I swiped Miss Alba's. With that in mind I made my way to the plaza. When I pulled onto eastbound I40, I turned on the music which I had downloaded onto the recorder. It was the same one I had used to tape the bad guys and some of the good guys as well. I had thirty minutes of music and then it would start over. That is why I only downloaded music I could stand to hear several times.The trip began with me singing along, "Get your motor running, get our on the highway, born to be wild." It just continued on with.