I should have gone straight home from lectures and hid for a month or three. My toxic hangover, a tribute to cheap lager and cheaper vodka shots, sti...l rankled. The idea of spending any time with Frankenstein’s bride did not sit well with me. Goths kept to themselves, a coven of dyed crimped air and sun-starved skin. The men wore makeup, gazed at their shoes a lot, and looked glum. There was no way anyone was worth eighty pounds at that auction, not even Keith managed more than twenty. ”“That makes no sense; I’m six-foot-three. Your insults are losing their steam hon.” Alan grinned sarcastically and raised his brows.“Oh just shut up and cum in my fucking ass!”Alan cupped his hands behind his head and took in the bout before him. The battle between a shiny pair of bouncing buttocks and a gleaming schlong was on. It was a back and forth contest and neither side held control for very long. Lube splattered off his lap with every bounce and her f-bombs got louder with each. Now,with my mouth and throat stuffed, I cannot even moan, just breathethrough my nose in labored, shallow breath.My legs are released, and one-by-one are inserted into knee-high, heavy-rubber, almost-ballet pony boots, gripping the arches of my feet andpointing them straight down, helped by the steel reinforcements along thefront of the those beautiful foot torture devices. The tight zippers arepulled and the locks locked - I am standing now only on my toes, squeezedinside small hoof-like toes. There is some more movement just outside the door and I hear the man standing there unzip his trousers. I catch a glimpse of his underwear right before it too is pushed down his legs to join his trousers around his ankles. A moment later, a large, half-erect cock is presented through the hole right in front of my face."Suck it," you say.I am loathed to do any such thing but you continue to slap my ass harder and harder until I am forced to obey.There is a distinct taste of saltiness to the.