“One of the men, a huge man with a shaven head and stubble, can’t take it any more. He drags me to the floor and kneels over me, furiously pumping...at his erection. The other men join in, so that some are holding me down whilst others are wanking over me. I’m not going to go anywhere, but the feeling of powerlessness is incredible! There are groans from the men who are wanking, and the clear liquid dribbling from their cocks twinkles and glistens from the stage lights.“Then, one of the men stops. I heard a short conversation. I then grabbed the covers that were ironically covered in semen and pulled them over me. Trust me, that was a little bit weird!After talking to Cassidy, my mom walked in. "Hey sweetie," she said. I still felt weak, so I told her I was sick. We had a short conversation and she left my room. A few moments later, Cassidy walked back in. She locked the door."We didn't finish yet," she winked. We shared eye contact for a minute. Her beautiful brown eyes staring into. I know that. I don't knowwhat came over me. I wasn't thinking straight." Roger said, "The sad part is that I can no longer look at you thesame way I did before. I will be questioning everything you say anddo. I have lost trust in you. I know it is going to take a longtime for that trust to return. It is a shame how a person's fiveminutes of foolishness can wipe out the five years of trust we haveshared." Carole said, "I know, and now I'm ashamed of myself. I spent allof last night thinking. Even though she was in a seven-year relationship with me. And even though I let her make love with my boyfriend as often as she wanted during the difficult adjustment of no longer having a boyfriend all of her very own.She wanted a boyfriend of her own again, which I completely understand. And a Valentine’s Day party for singles seemed as good a place as any for her to find a new boyfriend.Brianna and I made slow, sweet love for several hours that afternoon, to help her feel relaxed and.