A lot of the younger ones looked terrified at the sight of the milking stations, the older ones looked mostly detached and miserable. Then, one of the...girls in the back of the line, panicked and tried to run away. It was kind of funny how she moved with small quick steps due to her shackles. I was the first to press the remote, sending a strong zap on her neck. More zaps from the other guards followed. She fell to the floor writhing in pain, her last attempt of exercising any free will ended. I kind of felt like jacking off behind the dumpster, too, but I’m not sure if it was more horniness or boredom.I rubbed idly at my crotch. I hadn’t gotten any, and certainly not anything good, in a long time. Lying to myself about my sexuality probably had something to do with it. The town was kind of backwards about certain things, and being gay was a big deal. No one, not a single person I could name, was actually out. Especially back in high school. It was all downcast eyes and sidelong. Our trembling lips open further with each meeting. Briefly, we are lost in a long moment of romance within the storm of erotic desire we produce when we're together.The instant I pull away, we resume, just as we had been. Your fingers are flying over your clit at constant speed, in contrast to my own rhythm. After withdrawing slowly and carefully each time, I recklessly thrust into you, burying myself as deep as is possible with each thrust. You know it will turn sharp sooner or later, but. Notanymore," I said with as strong a voice as I could muster. My use ofher first name made her take notice. If I am not mistaken, this is onlythe second time that I have used her first name to her since just afterChristmas."Aren't we the independent girl now, Yvette," she said with more than ataste of annoyance and sarcasm. Again turning her head towards astunned Gerald, "Gerald dear, please excuse us. It seems that I amgoing to have to help Yvette," she said as she picked up my purse.