To everyone else we looked like we were playing, slipping on the slimy bottom as many others were. To us, this had suddenly become intensely serious. ...xtreme lust and his flash of anger had lit a spark of something deep and dark. I saw it burning intensely in his eyes and knew I was in trouble. He landed on top of me, so big, so heavy, with foam all around and no air. His hands groped, mauling me wherever they could, his mouth bruising on mine in the hardest, darkest kiss I had ever known. It. That must have been what the shooter had used to provide computer aim assistance.Stanley whistled, turning the weapon over to examine the other side, struggling with its sheer mass.“This thing would have packed quite a punch. Whoever built this knew his way around electronics, but not so much weapons. I don’t know if he only expected to get a single shot out of it, perhaps that was all he needed, but everything has been slagged by the amount of juice that he ran through it. See this?” he added,. Thin, feminine, shapely and gorgeous. Wearing a t shirt, tied beneath her breasts and a mini skirt. A dream girl.But, still a pro. After some small talk, she asked for the money, and I payed her. Thankfully, even that young age I was somewhat successful. She took my by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Her ass moved side to side, drawing me in, I was hooked. She told me to lay down and I did. In a soft feminine voice, she asked if i wanted to suck her. In a nervous voice, I answered “yes” I. I did not. But there's nothing to be gained by running from what you're feeling. If I want to deal with it later, when we get out, fine. But I'm not giving these guys the benefit of making me upset or guilty or demoralized. And I want you to do the same. "I know you have a whole host of feelings. Some were aroused and are now feeling guilty. Some were aroused and are not feeling guilty." He smiled in acknowledgement of the two openly gay men in the group. "Some of you were nauseated. Whatever.