A quick three spurts shot inside of my ass and he pulled out. The man, embarrassed by his lack of control, grabbed his things, dressed as quickly as p...ssible and left even quicker.I heard Beth under her breath, “Well, that one was disappointing.”The fourth and final man then shut the door and moved across the room and sat on the toilet. I guess he didn’t want to be bothered.“Come here and sit on this, I figure you must be getting tired from bending over for so long,” he explained. And he was. Like disgracing a richer k**.Though I never gave them a blow job later.Then I started crying, and all this stopped. Two of them Suresh and Raju, would start talking like real friends, i.e. showing me more videos. Slowly the gang segmented. We three were not part of any particular gang. We would meet up in my house playing games, or in their homes watching porn. We went to my room and ps became boring. Then they insisted that we see some porn. But I knew my dad was hardcore computer guy, who. Looks like you have been walking’ for a minute, but if you’d really prefer walking all the way to where you gotta be then…”“I ain’t got gas money. I ain’t got money at all.”“Consider it a favor.”He gave me a long look and then stopped walking so I stopped the car. He stepped off the sidewalk and walked around the front of my car and climbed in on the passenger side. After he closed the door, I pulled back out onto the street. I looked over at him and asked, “Where to?”“My baby-mama house, she. Rabbit man) yelled, ‘Oh my God he’s getting the gun.’ I forgot my surgery at this point. I reached in and pulled the man from his car. As he arose from its interior he wheeled a long butcher type knife. I believe the correct description would be a chicken cutting knife. About ten inches long and maybe two inches wide. Gripping it in his right hand and pulled back slightly then thrusted it forward. I have heard it called many things, from turning on the switch to total Zen focus and what I like.