I hit a gold mine. Donny was a history major at a nearby university and had grown up in Tucumcari. I asked my first question."What's this town like, D...nny?"Happy to keep me standing in front of him, Donny gladly responded."Oh, it's quite different now from what it was in the so-called old days, back before the turn of the century. Before the railroad, the town was called Douglas and was nothing more than the usual small, rural communities that served the locals. Those locals were typical. The page then changed and showed lots of pictures of naked guys holding their hard cocks. Brad moved the mouse over one and clicked on it, the video then began, with the guy holding his big cock, pulling it up and down, brad then swivelled round on his chair, looking to me and saying, "I guess we now know what mastubation is." Then after a brief pause I asked if we could give it a go, "well ... I guess we could" and with that, I jumped onto his bed and pulled down my pants, releasing my hard. I buried my head back in the sheets and cried. I heard his foot steps get closer as he walked back in the room. He had put a cold damp cloth on my ass to sooth the burning. Ill come back in when you stop crying. he said before leaving. I had cried myself and passed out tied to the bed. The next thing I remember is a weight on top of me, and my hair being pulled. I opened my eyes as my head was pulled up. There was a mirror in front of me and I could see my tear streaked face, my eyes red and. He kissed me hungrily, a kiss full of need and unsuppressed lust. I moaned as he bit my lips and sucked my tongue, exploring my mouth. He pushed me back against the wall.With both hands he raked his fingers up and down my body while his mouth devoured my own. He touched me everywhere, greedily feeling my breasts, then down my belly to cup his big hand over my smoldering pussy mound.Suddenly he reached up with both hands and grabbed both lapels of my white cotton blouse, ripping it apart,.