IIIRoberto was on the edge of his seat breathing heavily in anticipation watching the man nuzzle the tip of his manhood against Gabriela’s vagina. ...hoever was holding the camera zoomed in so he could see her labial lips being pushed aside as the tip entered her body. He knew from personal experience about how far you could get in before encountering a girl’s hymen. The view lifted and Gabriela’s agonized face appeared in the view. She still had her head lifted with sheer panic in her eyes. . His hand on her head was so dark compared to her blonde hair. I could tell he was really shoving. When he told her to suck his balls it was a blessing and curse. I saw his dick. I watched my wife shove her face into his nut sack. His cock was hard and flopped over as soon as her lips left it. I had no idea how she sucked it all and wondered just how much of it would fit in my mouth? He just sat there while my wife slobbered all over his balls. I was playing with myself trying not to cum. . I can feel each knot of the hard oak planks through my knees. Myankles are cuffed and secured to bolts in the floor, my wrists raised andsecured with other chains to eye bolts in the ceiling. My blindfold is removed. The two acolytes disappear.I am left kneeling with my arms hanging, waiting. Although the room is warm Ishiver slightly. As always it takes my eyes a few seconds to adjustto the dim light. I know this room well. I have spent many hours here wrestlingwith my conscience and seeking. I was often raped and had what little I possessed stolen. Any money I could beg, earn on the street or steal, I’d spend on drink, mostly gin. I often went hungry and relied on soup kitchens for some food, usually some soup with bread and margarine, or occasionally a sandwich. My favorite place was a shelter for homeless people, where I made friends with a very nice lady. She also had an upper class accent, so it seemed that we had that much in common. Her name was Janet and I’d usually see her.