I was Adam!Now everything made sense. Walter hadn't been a pedophile. That wasn'twhat the photographs were about at all. He'd taken the pictures as...art of his research. He used me because I was handy. I imagined himtaking DNA samples from my tooth brush or off a glass from which I'ddrank or in a dozen other ways. Infecting me would have been just aseasy.If I hated Walter before, I despised him now."You fucking bastard" I hissed. I thought I might cry.There was a rap on the door followed. M.C. struggledas mightily as she could, but the man was too strong and soon she was as limpas a rag doll in his powerful arms. He laid the unconscious girl down on the floor then retrieved the dolly andcarton he had left outside the door. He opened the carton and removed a smallsatchel from within it. He took out a syringe and a small vile from the satchel,inserted the pointy end of the syringe into the vile and extracted its contents.Next he grabbed a rubber tube from the satchel and applied. When my hand touched his hot and throbbing cock my world exploded into a new sexual phase. My groin tingled with new and completely foreign erotic sensations as my hand griped its first man cock (besides my own). I was reverberating with a new awareness of my sexuality I had never known or felt before. What’s more, it was engulfing me completely and moreover I was willingly succumbing to its control. It was almost as if Del could read my innermost feelings, “Kiss it…” he gently. From head to toe he was all muscle; but what caught my eye was the massive bulge that hung down the side of his leg. His cock was really fucking huge I thought.He insisted and then I could not help but staring at his cock. It was massive. The black stranger took advantage of my hesitation.In a kind of trance, I watched as he placed himself on his knees next to my waist. Grabbing the sunscreen bottle, he lathered up his hands. Bending over me, the man started to massage it into my shoulders. I.