And her body started shaking. Little mewing sounds escaped her, her mouth still fastened to my chest. And finally... “Enough! I’m gonna DIE!”“...re you all right?” I asked.She turned her face to me, tears on her cheeks. “Damn you, Tommy Ray. And damn me, too. We’re BAD!”“It was bad?”“No, it was the best thing ever. You’re ... you got me over. I came. First time ever that wasn’t MY finger...”I heard what she said. I was parsing what it meant. My Mimi, sexually experienced on some ways, was a total. For the next few days, I wondered what kind of proof Rick had in mind. To my disappointment, Anne did not ask for any "girls' nights out." I was doubly disappointed to discover that the "prize" thong panties did not have any dried semen. There was the discernible aroma of Anne's juices, but missing was the pungent odor of a man's ejaculate.The next Wednesday, Rick called and invited me to lunch, again. I was surprised. Anne hadn't gone out at all the preceding evenings. My curiosity was piqued. It was then that I noticed the condition of the toilets and thought for a women's toilet block this isn't very good.I suddenly heard a man whistling as he walked into the toilets, I looked through the crack to the side of the door and could see him stood at the urinals taking a piss.I felt a panic come over my body realising I was in the men's toilet block not the women's but couldn't understand how this had happened.I then heard the voices of all the young boys coming into the room, they were. This is more like torture than pleasure, the way you tease me, slowly licking and kissing my cock. I fight against my restraints. You look back at me and shake your ass knowing it is just out of reach. Your hand cradles and gently strokes, your lips kissing the tip ever so gently. A loud groan is released as I fight my restraints. I hear a faint giggle as you lick and softly suck the head of my cock into your waiting mouth. I moan as you slowly stroke me while you take a bit more. I look up.