“Patience, you horny bastard!” she scolded as she laughed. “We’re almost there.” Whether it was the expectation of the promised sexual encou...ter, or simply the exertion of the climb, but Greg was positively panting by the time they arrived at her house and made their way across the pier-supported balcony and went inside through the sliding door. There, sitting in front of the TV in a La-Z-Boy chair, was a man in a pair of sloppy, checkered shorts. His outstretched legs seemed to cross half the. Who wrote it? He quickly turned to the cover page and read the title: ‘Current Ideas on Pleistocene Megafauna Extinction, by Amy Collins’ Amy Collins? he thought. Who is she? I don’t know her yet. Joel ticked off in his mind the coeds who had caught his eye during the first month of his course, Biology 202, General Ecology. Hmm, there’s Jennifer, cute brunette with bedroom eyes, Rachel, voluptuous and with an air of availability. And buxom Ashley, sits in the first row, always wears something. ? This story is no more an accurate depiction of real sexual slavery than the popular videogame "Doom" is an accurate depiction of real combat.? In fact, this story isn't even an accurate depiction of the nominal "master/slave" relationships that exist within the BDSM subculture.? It is pure fiction; no more and no less.I am forced to write this story under a pseudonym because, for some reason I simply cannot fathom, large, politically powerful segments of society seem to strongly disapprove of. I had a hard time keeping focused on the guys in line, because with each hard thrust my head would snap for- ward. I could tell that they appreciated the way I looked at them, though! Unfortunately we ran out of rubbers after the second guy was done. I couldn’t stop myself though, and took on the next one with out a condom. When all six guys had had their turns, I again asked for a ride home, and this time I got one. Jill gave me a ride, and we had a good talk. I gave him my phone.