A few weeks ago, I was lounging around as usual, parked next to the drain I use for an ashtray, enjoying the sunshine. I always park in that spot, wit... my back to the cash machine (ATM), I can see what's going on there in the mirrors on my buggy, I keep an eye out as sometimes the oldies less able than me get fucked up, and I give them a hand. This particular day must have been a Friday or Saturday evening, as a young couple walked past me to the cash machine, laughing and joking, touching each. "Thanks for the ambush, Dale," I stood up. "I won't forget it." Hey, nothing personal, Jen..." he said, but I was already walking away."If Time Magazine ever calls..." I looked at Rio, " ... for anything? Tell them to fuck off and die." No problem," she frowned and Rio was a little unhappy with Watersman herself.Tempest was secure, I knew that anyway, but still ... It would be bad if any trace of the project, the real project I'd run through CIA/DARPA, was ever exposed. I hadn't lied, not. « I’ll accept your punishment sir » I sobbed, « But please don’t hit me too hard » Peter laughed. « You’re going to get a damned good thrashing boy » he said. With that, each guy took me by an arm and led me out of the toilet. As we walked along the path, we met the three women I had flashed to. « You again » one woman said, « Evidently you’re a real fucking pervert » « But so young for a pervert » the other woman added, « He hasn’t even got hair on his dick, how old are you boy? » she. Now he was doing it, fucking her ass while Hank was wagging his cock in front of her face, talking about her sucking on it. No, no, she wouldn't do it, wouldn't do it!"Nooooo!" she yelled.Her arms and legs spasmed. That fat cock-head finally popped through completely. Betty cried out again, straightening her legs, easing some of the strain off her arms and shoulders as the board kept chafing the fronts of her ankles."Suck it!" Hank said, rubbing the salty tip of his prick over her lips.Betty.