It hadn’t always appeared as a watch, of course. Originally it was probably a rock, a speck of dust, or maybe something that so predated mankind tha... there wasn’t a word for it. Soon it would change form again, since a pocket watch was now a quaint anachronism instead of a commonplace item. Perhaps it would become a computer, or a mobile phone, or even an MP3 player, something so ubiquitous that no one so much as batted an eye at the sight of. Whatever it took to blend in and become invisible,. Belle let go ... Whimpering and wailing ... head rocking from side to side ... Belle spent herself convulsively. Loathing it. Loathing those who had made her do it. Yet lusting all the same. Oh how could they be so vile to a fellow sufferer? The dildo stopped. Belle opened her eyes. Now the triumph was fully there in Natasha’s eyes. “You’re randy, aren’t you?” she said in a sneering vice. “Expect you like all the big pricks around here. Well, don’t worry, there’s plenty more to come for us. Fifi was face down on the bed, his rear end and high-heeled feet in theair. He felt his panties being pulled down in the back, and presentlyMr. Walker's hands were manhandling his bare ass cheeks. He spanked hima couple of times, but Fifi knew this was very different from thepunishment from two weeks before.Then the terrified sissy felt a finger circling his hole, then gentlyprobing it. Frank had never even experimented with his asshole, but Mr.Walker was gentle with the tight rosebud, only. He laughed a little, “excuse me, baby.” It was weird- I just smiled at him and walked over to the elevator. I waited for a while, then a group of 5 Black Men got in and I rushed to get in right as the doors were closing. I breathed extra hard, like rushing took my breath away. I turned my back on them, faced the doors. When the elevator started, I pushed my ass back, raising it against the big one’s crotch, then dropping it a little, raising, all in rhythm. He pushed on me a little and when the.