Seconds later, he pushed my head away, put his dick back in his pants, and rolled his chair back. He stood up and greeted, "Mr. Hamilton, it's a pleas...re to see you." I remained frozen under his desk as I realized he was having a meeting with someone who had been my client for the past three years. "You too, Mr. Jones," Mr. Hamilton said. "Oh, call me Bryce," Bryce insisted, being his usual personable self. He wasn't bright, or a hard worker, but he could schmooze. "Sure, Bryce," he replied, as. ..' more laughter from the guys that was in the room. As I was gagging and vomiting the tears of anger, shame and humiliation streaked down my cum caked face. A voice said '... that pussy should be lose as hell now and well lubed. Shyt just about all of us has cum in that hole...' more laughter. Between the convulsions of my stomach and uncontrolled quivering of my body I tried to plead to be released. Fingers gripped my buttocks and spread them apart causing an obscene sound of air to escape. “Did it hurt?” Nicole asked.“Only for a second.” Kaylie answered. Kaylie tried to remember the actual moment that she did lose her virginity. It was in the classroom on the teacher’s desk and Tyshawn was not the same boy. She had pushed him to the edge and he had reacted. She remembered the fear as he tore away her innocence. She thought that it was the worst thing that had ever happened to her and now she looked at Tyshawn and couldn’t believe he was the same boy. She had come to terms. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce dropped her umbrella as the scream startled her. She looked around for a phone booth to call the police from. There! About 20 feet away. She booked it towards the red windowed booth and started dialing. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce.