This time it was a little different in that I was thinking, "how do I get a blowjob here?" I looked around the dark theater to see if anything was ha...pening but, nothing. So what's next? I know, head to the restroom and again nothing but a guy standing near the sink. It was a small restroom with two urinals and one stall.After several walks around the theater, in and out of the restroom I was thinking this must be a dream that will never happen. So one last trip into the restroom but his. "Yes! Mommy is your whore. Please, fuck me harder!" I moan, a bit embarrassed by my own behavior, but I can't help it. My own sub taking me by force, turning me into his personal fucktoy is turning me on more than anything ever has. I want to be his whore, I want it so badly. "See? I knew you'd be a good little slut for me, mommy. You tried to fight me off, but your needy pussy was soaked before I even got your panties off. You want your baby to take you by force, don't you?" he teases me.. When I awoke there where 10 may be more big black guys, around me " hay boys the faggot is waking up!! I looked down at my body I was shaven all over apart from my head, the rest was smooth as a babies bum. I was dressed in a schoolgirls uniform a very short black mini skirt, a white blouse that was open showing my red silk bra with matching panties. I had faulse breasts glued to me size 38 dd I think, my hair was real long blond.The BBC gang all surrounded me, I could not move as my legs. And nowsomebody else knows and I feel so stupid and weak to have let you downand...........ruined our love.........spoilt everything wehave..........and.........."For one of the few times in my life I felt close to tears as I descendedinto deep depression. Until I told Claire I had been lost in ways oftrying to avoid her knowing but now I had told her the bottom justdropped out of my world.I was amazed when Claire leapt out of the chair, wrapped her arms aroundme then stroked my face with the.