As he pulled the door open, Susan could make out only a room behind, Peter walked through the door, and a moment later reentered the dungeon, with a c...nvass folding chair in his hand. He paused to push the door closed and heard it click shut, he turned and moved to the table next to Susan’s head. He unfolded the chair, which was much like a ‘director’s’ chair except it wasn’t so tall, and set it on the floor, and then sat in the chair. He started the conversation by asking Susan how she was. He was 21 yrs of age and on the weekends we would go to a nightclub called Cafe Eschelon in Stone Mountain GA. Cafe Eschelon was always jumping and packed with fine ladies. It was a favorite hotspot. After partying one night on my way out, my nephew introduced me to a young lady he had met in the club and exchanged phone numbers with. Her name was Kei Kei. I didn't know her age at the time, I knew she was young but you had to be 21 yrs of age to get in the club(Officially). Kei Kei was a. Kevin had heard the screams of men being beaten and raped at night, heard the stories of some of these victims having to have their rectums sewed up after a violent gang rape, and he considered himself fortunate to have escaped that himself. but at what cost?Kevin had been having thoughts of homosexuality, dating back to puberty. He had also been secretly crossdressing since then too. So when put into the situation of voluntarily allowing himself to become a prison “turnout,” he had considered. She was brought to the brink of her orgasm, longing only for him to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked before. He stroked her exposed inner thighs as he savored her pussy, letting himself hover on the brink with her. Finally he slid himself out of her tight slit and she released a long pent-up sigh of pleasure and frustration. "This is probably isn't him," she thought, "He would want to watch first." His fingers roamed slowly across her pussy lips, ass, and hips, teasing her before.