I cried out in agony and anguish as he pummeled into me like a mad man, my arms were twisted behind my back again so only one had to restrain them whi...e the other came to my head and held in such a fashion he could press his man hood into my oral orifice when I screamed out. I thought they were trying to kill me as they would push as much of their man hood into my mouth till it entered my throat. Never had I ever thought of doing such a thing or being treated this way, for hours this went on. I have touched myself at night and thoughts about boys without their clothing does come to mind. ( deepest blush ) I have only seen photos and sketches of boys' and men's penises in medial texts. ( a bead of sweat on Deb's brow and her breathing became heavy ... silence )VICE PRES: Go on, Pledge Deb.PLEDGE DEB: Delta President referred to 'wet dreams'. I have them at night, most nights actually and, I'm not sure this constitutes sex experience or not ... not only do I touch and rub my vaginal. Eventually, Sonny also worked on oil drilling rigs until he and his father had a falling out and Sonny left home, rarely to ever go back.Sonny ended up going to California and he did some rough-necking for a while, and then got into working as a mechanic in a motorcycle shop. He was naturally good with his hands. He got involved with a group of bikers through that shop, and did the typical biker lifestyle out there; fighting and fucking, and fucking and fighting, etc. He got a woman biker. Then one evening I was sitting at an office-type desk in an alcove off of the hallway using a telephone that was there for the use of patients. It was one of those big desks that had what I guess you call a knee hole that ran under the desk from front to back. While I was using the phone, Edna sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the desk from me. I thought she was just waiting to use the phone when I finished my call. I thought that for only a few seconds until she slipped as far.