This is the only other room.’You turn and look at me. ‘I don’t think Mommy would want me to share your bed, Grandad.’‘In which case, I sugge...t you don’t tell her.’You frown again and bite your lower lip. ‘Hmm, I don’t know if I should.’ Abruptly, you brighten and run back to the bed. ‘You have a full length mirror.’ You stand in front of it and slowly turn around, admiring your yellow sun dress.I walk over and stand behind you. In the reflection I notice how much taller I am. The top of your. Basically, your face is fucked like your cunt (or ass) would be – pounded away pretty much unmercifully. I’m not going to get into the politics associated with this kind of sex, but suffice it to say that I believe as long as two people consent to doing what they’re doing, it’s no one else’s business. If you don’t find having your face railed like a cunt degrading, then fuck what anyone else thinks about it.The easiest way to do this is to lie down face up, and hang your head over the edge of. He was much older than me, around 50 years old based on the graying highlights in his short light brown hair. "My name is Henry," he said as he pulled me close to him, squeezing my ass cheeks with his firm hands. He took my hand and led me up the stairs and out of the subway station.Once we were outside, I was feeling very nervous as I had no idea of what to expect next. Noticing I still had my raging hard-on from the exciting subway ride, Henry looked at me and asked "What's your name, cutie?". The extraction team said she never showed.”“Damn,” Claude says, shaking his head and dropping the photos onto the table. “What does Martin say about it?”“Right now it’s too hot to send in another team,” Victor answers, though his tone does drop slightly. “She’s either been captured or killed. I volunteered to go alone, but Martin wouldn’t have it.”“Why not just go against protocol and do it anyway?” Claude asks, looking very serious.“Too many disappearances already,” the man says. “I mean I.