Ride the plateau. Earn it.The access door creaked open.Fuck.A figure stepped out from beyond the shadows of the door in a performatively non-threateni...g manner, arms held out to the sides, feet slightly spread.Lena felt more curious than frightened. Fire engines and car alarms wailed from the streets, flames licked up the Williamsburg Bank Tower across the river: the roof was safer than the rest of the world.He stepped out from the doorway. The shadow of his cock slithered across the rooftop. As she did so my penis was forced upward between us and pressed against both our stomachs. Even though I couldn’t see it, I was pretty sure at this point that the peter meter was only a little below 100 per cent..“Puddy tat!” screamed Mistress Tracey, “we need a couple of ping pong paddles.”Puddy tat jumped to her feet and ran into the cabin. When she returned she scurried over to Mistress Gloria and handed her one paddle. She then ran to hand the other paddle to Mistress Sam.“Take the long. He must have thought I was crazynot to remember, but Toyal does that to your brain. Theymust have kept me snorting the stuff for hours, almost atotal black out. 35 or 40 years later it all falls into place.I thought those images were from something I that happenedwhen I was younger 10 or 12 years old with my cousin. I'mstill getting little flashes as I write this down. Mostof the guys that were there were X-Cons. One of the guys hadhis girl friend there...she must have watched while I. He took me back to my car and paid the car park charge £17.00 for the overnight parking, I had to go without my knickers as both my vagina and arsehole were giving me discomfort, they had both been ravaged but I felt at peace and totally satiated despite the state of my genitalia, I decided to take my life in my hands and ask the question, “will I see you again?” I asked, “if you want to, we still have some unfinished business with those fantasies of yours” he said smiling, my heart lurched in.