A trap."We need to get you to the station. If you don't get on that train..."The threat hung in the air between us."But..." I kept staring at the pape...s, the life on the table before me."You've been here longer than I have. This should..." I think I was getting away with it for longer than you."Over the next thirty minutes my body changed again, though as I watchedand felt my trousers, bra and top grow baggy around me I couldn't helpbut wonder if this were just some new torment, another layer. Just on the other side she saw a big fat black cock. “His cock is huge,” she said looking up at me. Slowly the head appeared on our side enabling Sydney to lightly twirl a finger around the glands. As the whole cock appeared, Sydney rubbed the underside with the back of her fingers soliciting a low moan from our hung black stranger. She grabbed the thick rod as she admired her first black cock. Our stranger’s erection was a very thick 8-9 inches with a foreskin-less purple head, a nice. He seemed to like reliving his younger years of freedom. He often talked about the girlfriend he had loved and lost. I answered his questions about events beyond those walls. I noticed the top three buttons of his jumpsuit were unbuttoned and I could see he had a hairy chest. When my time was up he asked, “Could you massage my shoulders again?” I wondered what more was expected of me. Did he really want another kiss, or just a massage? Could he have remotely liked my kissing him? I wouldn’t. He was trying to work out what had just happened. ‘Bonded? What the fuck did she mean?’ he thought. He had too many questions and no answers. He got up and walked to her room.He knocked gently. “Mary, we need to talk,” he said to the closed door.“Go away. Go home,” Mary yelled back at Marty through the door.He could hear her muffled sobs. “Fuck!” he swore. He paced outside her door, drilling his fingers through his hair as he went over and over what had just happened. He stopped and tried the.