?Seeing this, one of your boys cruellygrab whole of the throng and jerk it up, intending to hurt my dripping pussy.But his movment only serves to stim...late my clitoriseven further. As the throng cut into my clit, I moan, loathing myself, yetwanting all the stimulus - your twisting fingers, thejerking throng - to continue. You can see through my thin thong that my vaginallips are now pulsating with a life of its own as I move towards an orgasm. Youdon't want that for me, so despite your need at. I stood, slowly walked toward him and kneeled between his legs. As I gazed into his deep brown eyes, and softly spoke.Steve, what we all shared was special, it was without limits. He nodded as if he wanted me to continue.We all gave into our hidden lusts for each other, that is nothing to be ashamed of.He began rolling his eyes, as if I was boring him with empty words. I sighed deeply.Gently, I took his face between my hands. Our eyes met, and it was almost as if our stares were glued together. I never did find out what their idea for this scheme was, but they were getting subjects killed off by the numbers until you came along. In fact, during the first week after you popped up here they lost all the other five involved. Rosco wanted me to help them pick better prospects." So they sent you to get more information?" I asked."No, they didn't have to send me, all they had to do was let me watch. Hell, they have cameras everywhere watching everything. I've been able to see every damned. So we talked about the gay thing for a while, how it had become so acceptable, about the way a lot of guys were bi, whether they knew it or not, and that was Brad’s opening.“I sometimes think I’m bi,” he said, sipping his microbrew.“Oh?” I kept my tone neutral. “Nothing wrong with that.”“What would you say if I told you that I get hot just looking at you?” It came in a rush, like he’d been saving it up.“I’d take that as a compliment,” I said. “You’re not so bad yourself.”Brad wasn’t big or.