Pronko, was there was anything in the morning paper about a rape?" No, Ruth," she said, "I didn't see anything like that, not on the front page, anywa...."Wednesday night, Ruth dreamt that she was some kind of feminist nut. She was stalking a guy who had been accused of date rape. Ruth, whoever she was in her dream, caught up with him in the shadows behind the field house. Ruth felt a thrill of satisfaction, as she struck, dropped him with a blow to the head. She used a bronze statue of Athena. We whooped and chanted as we rushed the gym circling around till we saw where our bench was, where we stood at attention until Annette told us to sit.There were two TV cameras this time, one in each corner of the gym, and a few more photographers than what just the London Free Press would have sent. I figured that papers from other cities had picked up on the story as well, and since eventually we would be playing the best they had to offer, they wanted photographic proof!Annette won the coin. Joe saw it coming too. He came close and started getting a lot of good close-up pictures of Susan as she approached and then shuddered through one of the most earth shaking orgasms that she had ever experienced.As soon as she realized what had happened she dissolved back into tears. She had just had a massive orgasm at the hands of three black men. She didn't even know their names! She collapsed in surrender as the clerk thrust into her several more times. When he stiffened up and then his body. This cycle continued for months. Work, home, wank, cum. Work, home, wank, cum. I had a few new favourite cumpilation videos, some lasting over an hour. With these I could really indulge, my left hand stroking and squeezing, my right on the computer mouse, clicking, scrolling for my favourite cumshots, repeating them, pausing for that perfect shot of a cum splattered face eagerly wanting more. This was always my favourite. A thick rope of cum on her face, the desperate look on her face wanting.