‘Now, you bitches, do what you do best, like on the dance floor in that sleazy club.’It was difficult at first, in the tense and threatening atmos...here, but after a few moments of kissing and fondling eachother Paola and I forgot about the men watching us and were soon thinking only of our hot bodies as we played with one another’s tits and joined our lips in an unending passionate kiss. I had my right hand under Paola’s skirt and was slowly stroking her engorged cock under her silk thong,. She got into the house and moved quickly to her bedroom. She removed her wig and lasso of truth, placing them on the dresser. She turned to make her way into the bathroom, when she felt hands come from behind her, cupping her tits. "You were right, that costume is special," Doug whispered in her ear as he kneaded her tits and ground his hardening cock into her cum filled ass. He kissed the back of her neck as her freed her tits from their encumbrances. Her mind raced, how was she going to. It was July the fifth and for the past few years, after the institution of state-run higher education, the nation had begun using its youth for population farming. You only had one class per day, 10 months out of the year with semesters changing about once a month and your education was free but as mandated by law, after class every day, you had an appointment in the basement of the building. This appointment was scheduled in a windowless room where you and a classmate were to meet for as long. Sweetness and she were in a dark tent where only the patches of sun through the black tarpaulin allowed sufficient illumination for her to see where she was. She collapsed from pain and exhaustion, pleased only that the worst agonies were over; and then the darkness that had bubbled in the recesses of her mind overwhelmed her and that was the last she could remember.When she awoke, she didn't know when, she was able to examine the tent where they had been left. There was very little to it..