All she had managedto see was a few pictures on the internet, and that was not quite the samething. Sometimes Beth could tell that a man was sizing he... up as a meatgirl, hiseyes pausing to assess her more succulently edible parts, rather than dwellingon her more obvious female attributes. It was disconcerting to be looked atin that particular way. Images like that were forbidden, at least in Britain,but she saw them in their eyes. Erotic images, of the things they did to meatgirlselsewhere.. She got stopped because her ticket wouldn't let her leave the station and when she spoke I could hear her sexy upper-London voice. We looked at each other for the first time and decided to get a few coffees and chat but she was always on her phone, busy. I could see she was nervous so later that night I held her, starring into her deep eyes then we suddenly kissed - It wasn't amazing, more like a stiff boring kiss but after the kiss she kept cuddling up to me holding my hand and stroking my arm. Lying there, tied spread eagle to a table top, open wider than the gates of hell, I wait for the man to return.He left the room for a minute guaranteeing to bring back a "surprise", and cheerfully reminding me not to go anywhere. Funny guy, blinking and swallowing are about the extent of my movement right now, and I've had to do plenty of both the past couple of hours. Gazing at the room upside down, my head hanging off the edge of the table, the taste of his cum still slightly bitter in my. Getting my cock into him had become my only goal in life. He knew would be getting cock today but didn't know who would be fucking him. And how could he know that the first of them was incredibly turned on by his entire being, not just the thought of fucking his ass? My cock felt ready to burst out of its own skin I was so aroused. I pulled my face away from his ass and pulled down on his hips. He dropped to his knees in front of me. Dave was so much bigger than me that I wasn't able to reach.